Just when you thought it was safe

Rumours of my long-term isolation on an atoll with a bevy of Swedish poledancers have clearly been greatly exaggerated. I'm intermittently back, weedwacker at the ready, though from the looks of things, I should have brought a fungicide.

Lock up your womenfolk and bring out your dead - or vice versa. I'm currently too tired to care :)

TF (who would be back in black, if he weren't greying in a disconcertingly George Hamilton IV style).

Welcome home, oh salt and peppered one.

Welcome back. I think.