No updates for a few days: I'm halfway through finishing pieces about Eddie Izzard, Richard Thompson and Myst. (That's three different articles, just in case you're wondering how I'm going to connect them all up.)

Earlier today I went to yoga, which was the first class I've attended in a month or so. It was a very, very gentle class but even so I'm still feeling a little on the exhausted side. This tiredness thing was possibly added to by going out on a two hour walk afterwards. I seem to be more active when the moon is waxing. And, as a result, a lot more tired.

One of my ongoing concerns is devising ever more ludicrous band names. This was all started innocently enough by the late Howard Griffiths, Oxford scholar and television scriptwriter. When I last saw him, some years ago, the phrase "classical allusions" came up in the conversation. He paused and said "now there's a fine name for a punk band."

And ever since it's been an area of interest. My latest candidate in the Hall of Undeserved Fame (Band Name Division) is "Op. Cit and the Footnotes."