Hello fellow denizens of the dimly lit, slightly compulsive world that is the blogosphere.

As i write this today I’m sitting in the lounge of a nice hotel in Newquay. Unlike the rest of the UK,which appears to be subsiding beneath grey clouds and a deluge that’d have scared Noah, I’m looking out beautiful blue skies and a rolling ocean of blue, not brown, water.

Note that I’m “looking out” and not actually outside. Two reasons for that - first I made the mistake of going outside for twenty-five minutes yesterday without wrapping myself in a blanket and so today I’m sporting arms and a nose that makes lobsters look like they’ve got a slight blush. One of the joys of being Irish and starting out a faint shade of blue instead of pink like the rest of the world - I burn easily.

The other thing keeping me inside is the crappy battery life of my “portable” - which seems to have finally given up the pretense that it ever works when not directly sucking the electrical equivalent of several flood-threatened power stations.

Nothing more substantial to say, except perhaps that the new issue of Interzone is a beautiful thing and full of interesting stuff too.