After a pleasant month in Yackandandah it's starting to look as if I'm back in Fitzroy.

The reason for this is that I actually am back in Fitzroy. The good news is that I've been reunited with an elderly trestle table. The bad news is that I've left my computer behind in Yackandandah, so the elderly trestle table looks suspicously bare. The only thing on it is a mousepad. And I've already realised that it's going to be somewhat difficult - nay, impossible - to update this site using only a bare trestle table and a mousepad.

Obviously, I'm happy to try. In fact, as I have nothing else to do, I will try. I'll try with focus and determination, with a never say die attitude and a relentless, unstoppable drive to succeed. Phone calls will be ignored. People knocking on the door will be snubbed. People climbing through the window will be viciously slapped with a mousepad and asked to leave. Those who withstand this withering treatment will be snuck up on and clubbed with an elderly trestle table.

I will try. I will endeavour to succeed. But, in the unlikely event that the mousepad/elderly trestle table/sheer determination combination proves unsuccessful, I'll be back with more in about two weeks.