Last two months has been about us trying new material in the studio and live.

There's a bit of a new sense of direction upon the band and I think we're a bit more excited at the moment with what we're creating in our windowless, increasingly diseased room. However the unending strict diet of omelettes is beginning to take it's toll. Sam has vowed to give up on all egg based nourishment completely from now on and John has become addicted to those twenty pence tubes of tomato puree. Meantime the intonation on all our guitars seems to be up the spout which is adding even more spice to the usual red light (recording) confusion & nightmares. 

Speaking of spice I had some chana from the take away on cavel street the other day (what's the name of that place in the square?) which was great but i now seem to have rubbed the greasy oil into my bass strings. Smells good though.