I’ve been wondering what I’d look like with blue streaks in my greying brown hair. I had a box of gouache open on the table, and inspiration hit. Dark blue, light blue, brush. Into the bathroom. Paint, paint, paint. Light blue shows up better than dark. It was fun. But the colour didn’t look that good. Blue might look ok with the right haircut and some other colours in the mix, but the cold colour with nothing else interesting happening only made drab locks look drabber. Nevertheless, painting hair = a good time. Washing it out was also fun. I might try it with another colour.

Starting second childhood early. Beating the rush.

Ye finished version. The knight was tricky — hope she came out ok.

When I was a kid I drew dragons obsessively. I stopped drawing them in art school. This is my first drake in years — lead pencil, digicolour. Perspective’s a bit wonky, but never mind. I need to finish drawing the knight-girl and add some background — probably some wing, maybe landscape. Or a cholera outbreak.

What was that I wrote about a skeezy, diseas-ey tropical city? I think if I wrote that book again I’d have everyone in Ashamoil permanently sick with annoying viruses.

I’m lassitudinal. Have some Gloom (Anton Semenov, DA gallery here), and some Martin Wittfooth, and a charming piece of street art in Rio.

Oh, and I’m now the happy wearer of a pair of flip-flops decorated with plastic jewels, which, when I saw them, I realised I had always subconsciously wanted. I think I shall keep them all my life and be buried in them.