count the days on two fingers

Just a quick one - although i often think that and then they turn into epics!
Had a most fabulous haircut this afternoon by a lovely man called Renato, in old Compton Street, Soho. Two hours of absolute bliss and probably the first time i've sat down and done nothing for weeks. Therapeutic, fascinating, and not a little bit scary for a man who's last haircut was in Benny Rippers barbers in 1989 and cost £1.85 for a number 2 round the back and sides and a trim on top. I've just got to get my craggy old face to look as cool and young as me haircut. Very pleased with myself about it :)

Had the final rehearsal of the band this evening - we were fabulous on the third attempt - we've put this down to the booze and so reckon we'll be well trolleyed by the time we play on Saturday, so everything will be cool as a really cool thing (like the Fonze maybe).

The only drag now is that i've got a cold - it's not terrible, just really annoying. Slight possibility of losing my voice as well which would not be a good thing at all. Still hope and pray that i'll perk up over the Friday and be all cylinders firing on Saturday.

One more day to go - loving it :)