We have fun in the studio, mostly. However, when you’ve been in the same two rooms for 12 hours a day, every day, for 5 weeks, you start to go a little mental.

First there’s the boredom. There’s not all that much to do when you aren’t recording. I tend to just sit on the internet until I can think of something interesting to look at. There’s never anything interesting to look at. I also eat a lot. Probably double my average daily intake from when I’m not in the studio. Everything I eat is junk food. I don’t feel healthy at the moment.

You don’t have much social contact when your recording, aside from your bandmates and the engineer. Quite a lot of the time you are on your own, so it’s easy to feel lonely. We all hate each other now too (which isn’t hard as we are all really irritating).

I think we’ve been fairly lucky to have escaped with only a few meltdowns so far. Last night, Rowan was struggling to play one of his guitar parts and the frustration boiled inside him for almost an hour until he flipped out, hoisting his guitar above his head whilst shouting “For Fuck’s sake. Fucking hell”. This was just before he dribbled all over himself and stormed out of the studio for twenty minutes. I’ve had a few similar episodes but have mainly managed to keep my rage inside. This morning I did punch the wall as I was struggling to sing a line of one of our songs. It was pretty pathetic though as I realised just before impact that it was going to hurt my hand so it probably looked more like I was just ‘bigging it up’.

We have a two week break starting tomorrow. I think it’s coming at a good time.

I need to write an update on what we’ve done so far. I’ll do that later when I can be bothered.

Eat that.