Yes, yes. I’m back. Flew into Josi at 7 this morning and came straight to work. Not that I’m really capable of doing any real work, but I wasn’t about to throw away another fucking day of leave.

This is going to be short, because I can’t write more than 3 or 4 words at a time without losing my train of thought, so please appreciate that this little post has been a fucking chore.

Thankfully, Splattermail will be back up and running at its traditional pace in the next day or so, now that I have constant, reliable internet access, and a boring job to be distracted from. Despite his admirable efforts in letting the site go to shit, I trust that most of you have just suffered smg over the past three weeks, undoubtedly looking forward to my return. Our stats have slumped a bit. Which bothers me. Let’s all get back on board, ok?

Well, I’m back. And I don’t care if I’m repeating myself.

Because I’m tired and lazy, I ripped this lovely little picture of Playboy favourite Victoria Silvstedt from GorillaMask, and you can see more of her at their little Victoria Poolside gallery. She’s arguably Scandinavia’s finest export next to ABBA.

I joke.

On that note, I’m going to go and have a crap and get some coffee.