September 1st 2005
Kavus Torabi
Entry 1. We’ve all been really fed up and haven’t done any more recording and Tim is fed up because of what Babba did to our recordings but then something strange happened. All the girls turned up. They had been told something that we didn’t know and were being all secretive. More than they usually are.
Timmy Smith
Entry 1. The girls all turned up this afternoon in that weird car they all drive around in. All their drums and stuff had been set up earlier by someone when we were asleep. Don’t know who. They all hung around in the outside area smoking fags for ages. When they finally came in everyone was on their best behaviour. The others are all a bit scared of them to tell the truth. I have never ever seen Babba being so polite. I don’t know how I feel about them really, they have this way of making you behave yourself without actually having to say a word.
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September 3rd 2005
Timmy Smith
Entry 1. I found out today that someone who does things like collect Daleks is called a ‘geek’. Babba collects Daleks.
I’m going to tell him this.
I’m going to tell him that he is a geek.
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September 5th 2005
Kavus Torabi
Entry 1. The girls took us all the way to Dover and left Dawn to take us all the way over to Paris. We were scared at first because we didn’t know what was happening. We were then told that the girls would be playing with us for a bunch of concerts coming up in November. They didn’t tell us this themselves because they never really speak directly to us but Tim got a telegram when we were on the ferry. Dawn took us to a concert and showed us a band called Magma. I think it must be where they get their powers from or something. We were all as good as gold on the ferry.
Timmy Smith
Enrty 1. We’ve just got back from Paris. It was a strange occurrence. I’m not sure what to make of this but we’ve been given different concerts to play coming up in November. We’re not playing the old tunes that we played when we were youngsters after all that trouble. The girls are playing with us on all the dates and I reckon it’s so they can keep their eye on us. Babba was as good as gold on the ferry. Dawn took us. She didn’t sit with us but sat away and watched us all the time and when we got to Paris took us to watch a group called Magma. She didn’t watch the group but watched US watching the group and I found this really un-nerving. I think the group might have hypnotised us. We start rehearsing soon and to tell the truth we’re all a bit scared if that’s the right word.
Jim Smith
Entry 1. A woman is a noble distraction. She may prop up a weak man, even act as his mouthpiece.
She may not be blamed for the weak man’s failings.
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September 9th 2005
Bob Leith
Entry 1. Fuck………wot a fucking bunch of …….,,,prats
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September 10th 2005
Timmy Smith
Entry 1. Guess what? We had a party and it was AMAZING! The girls were suppose to be here for a rehearsal but they didn’t show up! The CDs of our special Garage concerts turned up so we rejoiced all night and we all had an AMAZING time! It was AMAZING and everyone had THE most brilliant time ever! Jane, our shop girl, took all her cloths off and hobbled round on her broken foot with her hospital crutches. She fell down the stairs.
Bob Leith
Entry 1. Feel sick. I hate this ‘band’.
Kavus Torabi
Entry 1. Hey, we had a sort of launch party for The Special Garage Concerts CDs last night and were allowed to sit in the Enchanted Area. We listened to them back and got really drunk and Tim accused me of stealing his ‘baccy’ which I didn’t, then Jim tried to put on some music he likes and I sang along with it so that he thinks I like it too, then Tim disappeared and fell asleep on the ground because he felt left out. Good. Babba went back indoors and put on Genesis and I had to go to bed. The whole thing was horrid, not much of a party I reckon.
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September 13th 2005
Kavus Torabi
Entry 1. That band ‘The Trudy’ here again. That bloke Pete Tagg who used to drum in Cardiacs millions of years ago has got tiny little wings on his boots boots!
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September 14th 2005
Kavus Torabi
Entry 1. When are we going to do any more recording for Christ sake. That Babba incident has really thrown things. I keep hearing Tim mumbling ‘what’s the bloody point’ under his breath all the time. Babba’s got to do all his drums again but there’s no batteries left for the walkie-talkie so Tim will have to shout and I really don’t think that would be a good idea right now.
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September 17th 2005
Kavus Torabi
Entry 1. Babba’s skin has had a bad reaction to all that paint he put on his head. He looks awful. The girls turned up for our rehearsal really early. (We are rehearsing today and tomorrow).
Entry 2. We are having a break, I’ve snuk off to write this. It’s so loud in there what with the girls wacking the very life out of them big drums I cant hear myself think. I think everyone is doing ok but it’s hard to tell when the girls are here because everyone is so ‘nice’ to each other, I don’t know why really because the girls don’t seem to give a shit. Although, when Babba swore at his drumstick for snapping Cathy gave him a look that we all felt! It really hurt. Babba was so distressed that he started a nose bleed and the rest of the girls all looked at each other in that weird way that they do. I’d better get back in there.
Timmy Smith
Entry 1. God this is fucking weird. I’ll never get used to it. Melanie keeps on handing out the fags non-stop and it’s like rehearsing in a fucking smoky I don’t know what! She wouldnt give me one and when I plucked up the courage to ask her, she just totally ignored me like I wasn’t even there! Fag after fag after fag to the rest of the girls. In the middle of one of the loud bits the girls all got up and left the room as one. I don’t know what we did to upset them or even if we did upset them but they all left anyway, all at the same time without even looking at each other. It was very strange. We stopped playing but none of us had the courage to go out and see where they had gone.
Entry 2. Everyone is asleep. This diary is just a way of keeping an eye on what we do I’ve figured and I’ve got it sussed. I’ve got YOU sussed who ever is spying on this! All this ain’t never going out onto the inter web thing. It hasn’t yet and we’ve been doing it for nearly a year. To whoever is reading this, I’m sorry. I can’t remember what I’ve written in this but I am so so sorry if I have done bad or offended you or anyone in any way. I don’t mean what I say about the girls. They are doing a wonderful job and we behave much better when they are here and it was very wise of you to send them here. Thank you. I’ll personally make sure the boys behave better as well.
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September 18th 2005
Kavus Torabi
Entry 1. Didn’t sleep last night and feel shit. Tim kept me awake pottering around the place all night. Something weird, I looked out of the gap in the wall to the outside area, it was about 4am, and there they were, the girls, smoking fags and not saying a word.
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September 20th 2005
Timmy Smith
Entry 1. Fuck knows what Babba’s going to do about his head. His skin is peeling. It makes me feel sick. I think I might pop it. I’m bored.
Entry 2. What a wonderful idea it was having the girls here! We behave ourselves beautifully and are filled with light and joy! They have left now… I think… but their beautiful vibe remains.
Entry 3. Hello?
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September 24th 2005
Kavus Torabi
Entry 1. It’s really sunny today but Tim broke my sun glasses this morning with a bed (I call my sunglasses ’shades’). Then we had to rehearse. Tim and Babba were talking about something really boring and I asked Tim if this was a band or a Horse-Shit Parade and he said "you’re a horse-shit parade or at least you smell like a horse-shit parade" I said "Good, I’d rather smell like a horse-shit parade than smell like a dog-shit parade because I prefer the smell of a horse-shit parade to the smell of a dog-shit parade" but rudely he’d turned his back on me by the time I could finish what I was saying.
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September 28th 2005
Timmy Smith
Entry 1. Hello?