Sweet jeebus, so that’s what life without t’internet is like. 72 whole hours without so much as a scrabble move on Facebook or an abusive email. I almost didn’t know what to do with myself.

Oh wait, I knew exactly what to do with myself. Throw myself down some mountains and enjoy a hotel so nice it even has its own Wikipedia entry. And spend far too many hours on a plane. Long haul travelling is so tedious.

Oh, and turning down the chance to eat bison to have some arctic fox instead. Just because.

The downside of all this, of course, is that I’m well shattered now. And I hurt; the knees, the legs, the feet and the arms are all killing me. But it’s the kind of pain that you pay for, so it must be good…

Anyway, there’s a lovely counter at the bottom of the screen telling me how much this little excursion online is costing, and it’s getting worryingly high. ‘course, it’s also in something called ‘loonies’, so I’ve no idea what it’s telling me I’ve spent… Oh well.

Laters.