I'm back, baby!

Jet lag? What jet lag?

I'm rested, fit, tanned Belami orange and haven't talked to a man who is not an immediate blood relation of myself in two weeks. It is imperative that someone take me out clubbing immediately. After I've had a few hours sleep, anyway.

273 photos taken this holiday; a selection will turn up on my flickr stream as soon as I've got some sleep. I've also done some offline blogging that will hopefully turn up over the weekend after I transcribe it.

Update 1.45pm: Awake again now. It seems while I was gone Google's imagebot has spidered the whole site; I am getting shedloads of trafffic from lost souls looking for a picture of Orlando Bloom.