Just a quick post to reassure my worried little citizens that I'm safely back at HQ and ready to renew blogging activity. You may also be relieved to hear I've toned down the excessive enthusiasm and unusual candour of my previous Scandanavian-based bloggage and will return to my more familiar wry cynicism, withering sarcasm and oblique caginess from now on. That's what jetlag; a dicky tummy and the rigours of British public transport do for you, I'm afraid.

I haven't really got much of a clue what I'll be writing about this week but there will almost certainly be my Premiership preview/predictions and there's a better-than-average chance of a review of the Big Brother 4 Uncut DVD. There's a possibility of further reminiscences of Stockholm and I might even pull my finger out and find some links for you. Anyone who's spotted anything of interest during my absence please feel free to get in touch with your suggestion(s).

With Robyn in mourning; Anja on vacation and BoneyBoy off to Italy for four weeks, I'm all too aware you all need me now more than ever. Duty calls, Dead Kenny answers. But only after he gets himself some serious kip.

Meanwhile, just spotted this sad news: Actor/dancer Gregory Hines dead at 57.