I shall not divulge what I really call him, Twigs. 
And I am sure I love all the others dearly, Insomnia, if i stopped to consider them properly, but my pore heart could not cope with the strain. So i stick to him. Trouble is, he keeps getting gorgeouser and gorgeouser to me. Is that Gisborne's law?
Gorgeousness expands to fill the space available.
I was sort of at the thought of how thrilled Recognise was at this sudden upsurge in interest in their little magazine, totally unaware of the true ReAson