Yes, on Friday our brief pre-election campaign break comes to an end and the serious pavement stomping will start. I lost nearly two days of my holiday snuffling around with a foul cold bug which severely limited my mojito intake, and meant I had to pass up a drink with Tim Worstall... but as the sun has shone gloriously every day I will be returning with my usual scarlet nose for all the right reasons. However, as regular readers will know, I haven't dropped down the hill to the internet cafe with any regularity, but there are a couple of postings elsewhere I would draw your attention to:

The Fat Man in the Bathtub has only gone and done it... and the pictures to prove it are here. Dwain Chambers eat your heart out.

The Ministry of Truth has been delving in the murkier corners of Wee Wullie Hagues life and that Man Ashcroft's name comes up again. (Warning: Reading this post can seriously reduce the amount of time spent enjoying the fresh air blowing in off the Atlantic).