I'm back from Norfolk. Ah Norfolk. Home of grey clouds and torrential rain blistering sunshine, beautiful broads and FRESH ASPARAGUS. Everywhere, as far as the eye can see, FRESH ASPARAGUS.

Anyway, I've spent the last week in a technology deprivation tank, to reduce potential stress from the encroachment of this modern life on my holiday. No Internet. No phone. No TV.

Yes. No TV.

Even an iPod fitted with a pair of speakers to provide music nearly hurled me over the edge. I was like some character in The Changes, ready to beat anything modern into dust using the nearest available ploughshare.

I did read some books. I'd almost forgotten how. For the curious, I burned my way through

• Cult TV: The Golden Age of ITC (review of that coming later in the week)
• Derren Brown: Tricks of the Mind (interesting, but he needs to learn about gerunds)
• Taking Liberties (good points, not very well made)
• Think Big, Act Small: How America's Best Performing Companies Keep the Start-up Spirit Alive (a bit like work, I admit)

So I haven't watched a thing, not even Doctor Who. I'll be getting round to rectifying that over the next day or so. And over the next week, I have all manner of shiny things to do: I even have a new plan for now somewhat lazy Carusometer. Fingers crossed, I might get some of them done.

And yes, I am the kind of guy who takes pictures of local television stations while I'm on holiday. Why do you ask?

Altogether now, “Live from Norwich, it's The Sale of the Century!”...