June 1st 2005
Timmy Smith
Entry 1. Well…it’s been a strange week or so. Some terrible things have happened. I don’t know what to say really.
Bob Leith
Entry 1. I am going to say something! It’s about time I fucking shed some light on the goings on around here! Those things that were sent to us through the post are not funny at all! I don’t even know if they were suppose to be funny. I never thought that I’d
Kavus Torabi
Entry 1. Hey. Long time no speak. We’ve been told not to say much so I wont…nothing to say then…again things went ugly…but nothing to report.
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June 13th 2005
Kavus Torabi
Entry 1. I’ve just been woken up! It’s 5.30am! Banging and Banging and Banging on the door. After about an hour I got up and opened the door and this ‘lot’ all walked in like they owned the place and started looking around like they were looking for something we were hiding from them, no ‘hello’ or nothing! I offered one of them, a man, a flannel to freshen up with and he just glared back at me. They all did. I came in here, I can hear them now striding and stomping about the place. I’m going back to bed. (if you can call it a bed).
Timmy Smith
Entry 1. The Scaramanga Six all turned up today to do some recording. Bit of a surprise really. I’m in everyone else’s bad books like I give a fuck. They’ve brought an awful lot of clothes with them.
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June 14th 2005
Kavus Torabi
Entry 1. It’s like we don’t belong here at all at the moment! I don’t think Tim has been to bed all night. He’s recording that lot who waltzed in yesterday and hasn’t stopped for a second. Me and Jim sat outside the studio door and he was the only one who never emerged. He can’t have even gone for a piddle. A man in a car delivered really posh food to them THREE TIMES yesterday and THREE TIMES today and someone else turned up with about fifteen pairs of womans shoes!
Entry 2. There’s a big pile of clothes left outside the studio door. Apparently they belong to one of ‘that lot’, one of the men. I think they told Jim to iron them because he’s been looking all over the place for one but we haven’t got one. He knows that! There has been an unusual silence about the place while this has been going on.
Entry 3. Well, one of them actually spoke to me. The ironing still isn’t done obviously but that was no reason to attack me with what I will only describe as ‘veiled threats’. He was so horrible to me. Horrible in a way I wouldn’t like to describe.
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June 15th 2005
Kavus Torabi
Entry 1. Tim still hasn’t come out of the studio. I bet he’s piddled his trousers. I hope he has. See how he likes it. I heard the other man shouting earlier. Shouting things I could never shout myself. Terrible things. More meals have just turned up, all covered with them silver lids and that.
Entry 2. They are called the Scaramanga Six this lot. The woman told me. I saw her in the outside area sorting through all the shoes and I crept up to her to talk to her. I thought she’d be friendly but she is the cruelest of them all.
Entry 3. They all just left. No "goodbye’s" or anything! The place looks bare now without all their lavish ‘artifacts’ all over the place.
Bob Leith
Entry 1. Kav is a really getting on my wick. All he bin doin past few days is hovering about outside de control room door listening and a spying an a hovering an a gettin on my wick
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June 16th 2005
Kavus Torabi
Entry 1. Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha! Tim looked ridiculous when I saw him swallowing and gobbling up lumps of food like there’s no tomorrow! Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha! He still can’t go to his ‘bed’ because it’s our turn to do recording now. It’s the law!
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June 20th 2005
Kavus Torabi
Entry 1. Cardiacs are the best band in the world.
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June 25th 2005
Timmy Smith
Entry 1. I’ve only a second, but things are making some head-way! the tunes we are working on are our friends at last! At last! At last at last at last at last! One of them made Babba cry for ages! But for ages though. We could not make the idiot stop. He went all dry and couldn’t swallow. We thought he was ill.
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June 28th 2005
Jim Smith
Entry 1. Robert is very ill. Surely somebody will come to his aid?
A man with a crooked eye will see a crooked world.
Closing his eye he is immersed into a paintbox of sound.
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June 29th 2005
Kavus Torabi
Entry 1. Babba is very ill. We made him a bed in the outside area so we wouldn’t get his illness. The bed was beautiful and soft. Made all out of packets (used packets). I would have given my purity to have slept on that bed for just one night but did Babba appreciate this? NO! He lay there and blubbed all quiet to himself. (and did a little shit too)
Entry 2. Babba has a new name! “shittles!”