Visited parents along with laptop and take advantage of the peace and quiet to finish first draft of chapter 1. Also to hint in best ‘poor writer voice’ that they might like to get me some trousers (so I can actually put my hands in pockets without having to sing soprano) or a coat (before the hole the back of my current jacket grows so large that people wonder why I’m wearing it back to front) for Christmas. Discover one of my very first guitars in the spare room. Still sounds mellow but the strings are so old you can’t actually tune them any more. Neglect is a sad thing indeed.

Watched latest Harry Potter movie with a tear in the eye at the knowledge that this was Richard Harris’s last role before he died earlier this year. Chamber of Secrets is a fantastic film and better than the first, but I can’t help wondering how many people will stay away because of the large spiders and snakes in it. Even Kenneth Branagh does a good job. Must try and organize some of Harris’s back catalogue for some sort of retrospective. Aside from A Man Called Horse which has probably the most vicariously painful scenes known to man in it, I know very little of him except his sworn statement that every film for the last ten years was to be his last (until the next one anyway). Farewell Richard. I can’t imagine who else could be Dumbledore.