This time last week I was sat by the side of a swimming pool, basking in the warmth of the Mediterranean sun. A bowl of Cocoa Pops in one hand, The Da Vinci Code in the other. I know, I should have read it years ago, but I'm always a little behind the curve when it comes to popular fiction. Despite suffering from a degree in cynicism, I thought it was a perfectly good holiday read. 7/10. Oh, and I can highly recommend Crete, as long as you keep away from certain coastal resorts and drive only on isolated and dusty mountain tracks.
Friday; England. It's raining, and considerably colder than last week. On my return, the first thing I noticed was that the tower o'cups was in need of some attention. I think I'm fighting a losing battle. It's only a matter of time before it turns into either Arch o'cups or a victim of Health and Safety directive number 42637287346.
Still, it's good to be back, especially at the start of a new issue. Going on holiday puts things into perspective. After all, you can only have so much of the sun and ancient monuments, wonderful scenery, Metaxa brandy and convivial hospitality before you start to hunger for Slashdot, fluorescent lighting and UT.