Helloes

On Saturday morning I was woken by my clock radio.

I was confused.

What room was I in, how did I get there, what country was it, why were there people speaking in Australian accents?

Eventually I emerged from my drug and flight induced stupor sufficiently to work out that I was in fact in Melbourne, in my own bed at 9:30am - not in fact in Barcelona at 5:30 in the afternoon.

Crazy business.

So yeah, I'm home. Woot. And it only took 36 hours of transit.


I shall shortly be boring you all senseless with irritatingly smug tales of European jaunts and jealous-making photos of sun-drenched larks. Lucky youse.

Remain tuned etc.