It's starting to look a little more like home around here now, although there's still an awful lot of old stuff we're going to be shipping back in over the coming months. In particular, we've got a whole year-and-a-half or so of old stuff to catch up. Yes, despite all evidence to the contrary, BQ wasn't quite dead - more just taking a longish break from public appearances.

I hope you're liking the new BQ site, and I hope you'll also be liking the new BQ. Speaking as someone who has had more comebacks than Frank Bruno, it's down to you lot to tell us where to go (no, not like that). The bottom line is that the players are the lifeblood of BQ, and you - yes you, reading this now - are part of the lifeblood of this site.

So get in touch with your thoughts, comments, questions and vitriolic abuse: there's a link to our e-mail address and our contact details in the right bar of every page. If your comments are printable (and particularly if they're fawning and obsequious), you might get an answer the next time I put fingers to keyboard for one of these entries. Just don't leave me shouting into the void, thank you kindly.

Incidentally - and you'd better make sure you're sitting down before you read this - I hope to be back in a few days' time with news of a upcoming tournament. It'll only be a small one, though, so you'll have to be quick to sign up. And yes, I know BQ has been leaking worse than the Government with the details of this: I shall of course instigate a leak enquiry immediately (© Sir Humphrey). But first, I'd better go and hang a bit more electronic wallpaper so we can get another of those tantalising greyed-out sections open.

By the way, apropos this title, I'm sure there'll be a Randy Newman anorak drifting past sooner or later...

Yours in benevolent dictatorship,

El Prez

Rob Linham is El Prez, although he tries to avoid wearing dodgy-looking sunglasses.