Placebo wrist

Getting onto the last hour of week one at the studio, and despite no small amount of clawing up the walls, confusion of time and space and an odd nagging doubt that other people or things exist beyond the walls of this building, everything has gone remarkably well. We're well over half way through the recording process, and pleasantly surprised/deliriously excited by how it sounds.

Tomorrow we escape from Sutton Courtenay and head to Oxford for a healthy dose of real life, safe in the knowledge that everything is in motion for the home straight next week. It's going to be great to get out, and if you see any of us wondering around the Cowley Road with a glazed and distant expression on our face, please come and say hello. I promise we'll try and be coherent.

Today we had an "outsider" in the house for the first time, which was quite exciting. Marcelo Paz, an Argentine film-maker, was following us around with a camera, observing our peculiar habits and rituals. We've been documenting a fair bit ourselves over the week. If any of it makes any sense, we'll put together a little film when it's all over. Actually, fuck it: it won't make any sense, but we're make the film anyway. So there.