(diaryland) December 23, 2002 - 6:14 p.m.

I was watching this Ornette Coleman concert on the TV. In case you don't know who he is, he's a saxophone jazz dude.

I couldn't believe it. When he plays the sax, his NECK puffs up. His NECK. Not his cheeks or tummy. His NECK. It puffs up A LOT. It looks unusual.

For some reason, I shall be playing Christmas carols on an electric organ across the road from my house for two hours on Christmas Eve. I'm just adding to the kitsch.

This Christmas, I am haunted by a backlit blow-up snowman waving its arms in the wind.