Paradoxically, this post is entirely about doing bugger all.

Tonight will be the first night in almost two weeks that your correspondent will be able to put his feet up and revel in lassitude. No pub quiz, no band practise, no French lessons and especially no random pub maniacs make the RF a dull and extremely relieved boy. I may have a cup of tea. I might watch some TV, or have a lacklustre bass practise. The possibilities are limited and all very attractively banal.

So, until I do something interesting/dangerous/stupid/embarrassing, adieu.