MAR 7th 2005
Kavus Torabi
Entry 1. Hi…I have never been so tired in my life. Its 7am and I haven’t been to bed yet (if you can call it a bed) but finally I have something to write in this stupid diary. I have been recording my guitar parts all this time, non-stop. I wasn’t even allowed to have just ONE lump of food! Not one! And I had to do it all standing up! Tim won’t let me use any of my snazzy chords because they make him see unwanted colours, like the time I kept saying “believer’s roast” all day long and no one but me found it funny. When I cried at one point no one gave me any sympathy, and Tim laughed when I put on my expensive guitar! What does he know? At least I could play the tunes properly not like him. AND when he had to go over to clean Mr. Corbin’s bumming shed he wouldn’t even let me relieve myself in the bathroom! (in case I got ‘distracted’) that’s all I’ve got to say for the moment and I’ve got to get to ‘bed’ because we start again in an hour.
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MAR 12th 2005
Bob Leith
Entry 1. Aaaaaaaa Everyone is really getting at Jim because the bloke hasn’t added anything to this diary yet but I know he has because I saw him do it. But I’m not gonna say a word am I. Fucking little bifda. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuuuuuuuck
Kavus Torabi
Entry 1. I can’t go on like this. This is wrong.
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MAR 13th 2005
Bob Leith
Entry 1. I want them to read this! Them fukkking assholes!! I want them to see how much trouble they cause me! I’m playing a gig tonight with my Ted out of Blurt and will they let me leave? Will they fuckin Bollocks!! I’ve got to be in Brighton in a few hours and they keep saying I’ve got to do this and I’ve got to do that and saying ‘they won’t let you on the train looking like that!’ and all things like that! I hate them!! I’m just killing time now but I’ll be out of here soon like a bat outa hell when I get my chance. (Meatloaf’s Bat outa Hell)
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MAR 16th 2005
Timmy Smith
Entry 1. Good morning diary. I had one of those nights last night. All through my sleeping hours I was tormented by sleeps. None of them would stay on me but all wanted to fight over me. They done battled over me. Bloody sleeps. What are they good for anyway. Nothing.
Kavus Torabi
Entry 1. I am feeling so ill. I am so tired. But ths work hs got to be done. Babba is in the doghouse.
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MAR 17th 2005
Timmy Smith
Entry 1. I think the recording is going well. Kavus is doing really well for a change. His expensive guitar is really good sometimes but I wish Kavus would stand like I ask him to. Kavus is a very good guitarist but he refuses point blank to take his hands out of his pockets when he’s not playing anything. This caused some bad feelings and tears nearly started because of this. There was some joy though at one point. When he played some chords really loud in one of the chorus’ it sounded so good that he started scissor kicking and jumping all around the live room as he played it. I let him have his moment but I will erase it all when I feel the time is right. He fell down clumsily after and laid staring and blinking at the wall. He’s losing his stamina. I think not letting him sleep will make him better.
Sleep is for slug-a-beds.
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MAR 18th 2005
Timmy Smith
Entry 1. I think everyone is bored with this diary thing, no one is adding to it anymore. We were spose to do a concert this weekend in Pontins but it was blown out cos it was in Pontins holiday camp and we were going to be put in chalets. Why don’t we ever get given a holiday? I wanted to go to Pontins. Kavus sat at the bottom of the descent and I think he was blubbing.
Jim Smith
Entry 1. I am a real idit andd I like to snif f the ground with no c lothes on my person .
Kavus Torabi
Entry 1. Hi. I feel I have to say this. I just watched as Tim forced Jim to write in this diary. It was ugly but I egged him on along with Babba and now I feel ashamed. Tim dictated what he wrote and it was all very noisy. It’s only fair though because we all contribute to it. I think Babba is writing more now from time to time.
MAR 19th 2005
Timmy Smith
Entry 1. It’s been a terrible day. We had our rooms inspected and the results were not good at all. We were all sent to the outside area while this went on. No one said a word and it was cold. Then we were told off because the first two months diaries were inspected and they said we were saying nothing of the recording and it made them suspicious. We have been recording. It’s just that there is nothing to say about it as usual and anyway, if we are recording then how can we find time to write in this stupid diary and I don’t care if they see this.
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MAR 25th 2005
Timmy Smith
Entry 1. Pinhead Nation are back in mixing for a few days. It will give the others some time to reflect on how irresponsible they have been over the last week or so. Kavus is in a mood. He did something really pathetic and packed a bag but he didn’t have the courage to leave with it. It just sat on the foot-scrape mat by the main security door.
Entry 2. Kavus has vanished. Without his bag!
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MAR 30th 2005
Timmy Smith
Entry 1. Kavus is in the doghouse! He swanned off to ‘produce’ another band called Jonny Four without permission and did it at a real swanky place as well! He did it at Jethro Tull’s old drummers studio in somewhere posh like Berkshire! The ‘powers that be’ are furious with him. As a punishment he has been told he will have to mix it here at Apollo 8 when the time comes.
Jim hasn’t come out of his room for days now.
Babba has built a go-cart out of cardboard boxes. He’ll probably tell you all about it if he hasn’t already.
It’s not very good though.
Jim Smith
Entry 1. A restful sleep is the privilege of an honest man. No challenge can be too great for him.
Night-harpies trouble only the vain and the drunk.