Straight out to the studio and work till 2:00 giving me just enough time to make copies and drive to a meeting in Hounslow. Ah, the glamorous life.

At the meeting there is general approval, but a few changes suggested for tomorrows all important client meeting.

We discus the mixing of the finished piece. The film is to be broadcast in a 360 degree wraparound experience with people standing in the middle. My self, and Ben Darlow the engineer, will drive to Brum and pre mix the thing in 7.1

Get home, kids etc. Pass on dinner and straight to the studio. I finish the changes by 10:30

Manage to start the car. Get the kids in. Drop them off and drive the Garage to get it fixed.

Call Mel to cancel our lunch appointment. Meanwhile, unbeknownst to me, he’s cancelled it to. Think about dropping in Danny Thompson on the way home, but decide against it as he’s just had family bereavement.

Manage to get home by 2:30 and go straight into the studio. I have to complete a new draft for a large event taking place at the NEC at the beginning of April.

The company in charge suggested that I adapt a piece that I used for another company for a show in Berlin last August. I did this reluctantly as I didn’t think it worked.

Heard this morning that the client hates it.

So, at the last minute, as ever, I have to come up with a brand new piece to picture by 3:00 tomorrow.

Pick up the kids and get them to bed. Forgo dinner and get back to work.

A major development in Django’s progress from toddler to young boy is celebrated with a ‘Treat Day’. I take him to the cinema to see ‘Chicken Little’ which is rubbish, quite frankly. It comes nowhere near the genius of ‘Curse of The Were Rabbit’ the latest Wallace and Gromitt epic that we pick up on DVD the following day.

Take him to lunch at the Aluminium Dinner called ‘Starvin Marvin’s’ on the A40. After eating, the car won’t start and the battery runs out. I call the AA and Django wets his trousers.

I won’t bore you with this, but it’s a bit of a bloody nightmare.

Sid phones as I’m in the queue trying to buy some nappies that won’t fit Django from the nearby petrol station. Meanwhile the hapless AA man engages Django in conversation till I get back to change him.

Later that afternoon the 2 kids play happily together for about 4 minutes which is a vast improvement.

Django gets out his little electronic drum kit and shows a real aptitude for musical gurning. Great faces to accompany his runs round the kit. After one long flourish I praise him and say ‘that’s great Django, what is it?’

He informs me that this is from a new album that he is making with is granddad in the studio. (For those of you familier with the boy’s lineage it’s worth pointing out that the Granddad he’s referring to is my Father who died 2 years ago) ‘What’s the album called?’ I ask. Without a beat, or anytime to think or make something up he say ‘It’s called Munkers Steaming Bio’

He will soon lose the ability to come up with surreal nonsense on spot like this. I shall miss it greatly and look forward to his sister’s contribution to the genre.

Django wakes up early at the moment. So, like it or not, the day starts at around 6:30. This is regardless of when I went to bed.

My wife has

a) trained him from an early age to call my name when he wakes and

b) Can sleep through anything.

So it was my turn again.

I give him his Milk, changed him and get some breakfast down him. This morning I even got his sister up and fed her too. Then, there are the seemingly endless negotiations to facilitate the short journey from door to car. Then off to Nursery.

I’m too old for this.

By the time I get into the studio at 9:00 I already feel like I have completed a day’s work.

Spent the first hour recording a conversation with Sid Smith about the album. Once edited and some of the tracks are slipped in, this will be available for what is called a ‘Pod cast’. Hmmm. Not sure about this either, still I’ll give a go.

Recalled the acoustic piano and guitar duet on the Mac.

This a tune that Lyndon has written for the record, as he’s coming over later to finalise it. Much to my amazement, and for the first time in our personal history, Lyndon arrives not several hours late, but 5 minutes early!!!!

Ian McDonald calls from New York. His dad died. He flies to the UK next week. At the risk of being accused of cynical opportunism I ask him to bring his flute!

Another evening spoilt by the noise, screaming, abuse, and shattering glass of the nextdoor neighbours from hell. 2 Police cars and an ambulance later and I don’t feel like dinner. So we drink some wine and try to imagine we live somewhere else.

‘From the window of our honeymoon

The night looks a might bizarre

They’re burning us in effigy as smoke blots out the stars’

Peter Blegvad circa 1983

So, after what seems like and age (just how long is an age?), but is I fact 4 years, the website has slowly creaked back into life. I’m indebted to Neil and Sid, who are currently wracking their brains and spending far too much time helping and assisting in this endeavour.

Indeed left up to me all that would be left would be good intentions i.e. nothing.

One of their many suggestions, which we intend to implement in the coming weeks and months, is a blog. Call it what you like, but it’s a diary again isn’t it. I was never sure just how good an idea these things were in the first place.

When my diary was up on Krimson News I used to curse it. Finding the time and motivation to write down some thoughts for the day would, at times, have all the allure of Latin Homework to a 14 year old boy. Still I look back at some of it now and I am pleased that I did it. The days just fly by and yet I can read these things and get an exact sense of time and place.

As a means of communicating and pontificating, I’m still unsure. Still, we’ll give it another go.