Once again we find ourselves in the warm embrace of the hospitality of Nakiska. At once mother, haven and muse to us all. Or a nice hoose wi a studio in it, depending on your perspective.

Gareth mistakenly consumed his own weight in relentless on the upward journey and has been twitching for 14 hours. It seems highly probably that we will be recording all the songs at 3 times their normal speed as a consequence.

Ryan’s tiger print romper suit was an inspiration to us all. If a 6′ 5″ tall man can fulfil his dream of dressing like Tigger, then there is no limit to what can be achieved.

The hot tub had to be evacuated last night when the testosterone levels became dangerously high, resulting in Mrs Dime spontaneously growing back hair.

Currently at everyone’s favourite stage of recording – the drum soundcheck. Essentially one loon hitting shit, while everyone else wears two sets of earplugs and tries to find some where to hide. As I write, I am crouched in the shed with the handle of a hoe prodding me in the groin (please supply your own joke here).

for the now

Adieu.

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