Prince

Not the one that allegedly had ten thousand men or something... the other one with the squiggle. In part because he was playing on the media server this morning while I continued to tidy up about fifty thousand music tracks. 

It would appear that over time I've allowed various programs to copy and copy again until I had, for example, five copies of Pink Floyd's "The piper at the gates of dawn". I might argue that this is no bad thing, but still I've tidied...

Poor old Prince did rather echo the weather outside. Rain. Purple or otherwise, there has been a lot of it. Milder of course than of late, but with a wind that has generally kept us indoors. We've even resorted to writing Yule cards...