Wednesday 8th

Django's hair grows like wildfire. He has been complaining-about it getting in his eyes, so we have booked a trip to Auntie Lesley this weekend to get it cut. However, we were awoken by a tug on the duvet this morning at about 6:00 am and turned to see him proudly pointing to his head.

'Dad, I've cut my hair'

Much to our horror, he had somehow climbed up onto the sink in the bathroom and managed to grab the scissors. He then cut his hair, short and uneven, across the top of his brow. There was hair all over the floor. The back of his hair seemed to have shrunk leaving him with a savage fringe with long ringlets at either side. He looks like a very small Hasidic jew. Not that there's anything wrong with that, you understand.

Spent the day with Danny working on the TV series. Danny leaves for L.A on Saturday so I have to make his basic idea's into big epic's by the end of next week. Nik Kershaw sent me his new CD which arrived in the mail this morning. I saw Nik at the Level 42 show that I attended in Cambridge the other week, Those of you who merely think of him as the elfin 80's pop-star for young girls need a complete rethink. Some of the music, and indeed lyric's, on this record are amazing. One track called 'Old House' , a swaggering , emotive track in 5/8, has to be played at least a couple of times a day. Django insists on hearing 'All about you', a fantastic piece of bitter recrimination and anger, every-time we get in the car.