With nails, sand I. (Ineffective).

There's a point in one of my favourite films, Withnail & I (a film that my phone's autocorrect seems to want to spell 'Utensil & I', which I can testify is a completely different film altogether), where Paul McGann's character testifies to his uncertainty concerning the mental health of he and his deep-heat smothered, lighter-fluid quaffing cohort. British humour is often regarded for its understatement.

And so, with tenuous example in pocket, do we turn to another small group of males, insistent that strafing the lines of sanity is the true method of creative endeavour.

I THINK that Jeb and his office chair have now cemented into one single super-being, known as 'Jair'. You can pronounce it 'J-air', or my preferred 'Ja-ir' which gives it a 70s sci-fi bent, and is therefore superior.

He's had to go over the 360 vids again to submit to the judges of the FAENA arts prize, as part of our potential collaboration with Day Bowman. We're very excited about this. I can't tell you too much (I wasn't listening) but it's going to have lights and interactive things and be in Buenos Aires...if all goes to plan. I'll just quickly repeat the first part: Jeb has had to go over the 360 vids again. Again. (Also: Buenos Aires. I know, right?!)

He's also been the main point of contact for promoters and venues regarding gigs and events for some time now, which wouldn't be so bad if hotmail (Sorry, 'Outlook') hadn't changed their UI to look like a brainwashing program for use in a future prison to stop the inmates ever getting gigs.

He's also been working tirefully on the promotional video for Anathaema's new single. His new mantra 'Repetition is underrated' is scrawled across everything he owns, including his only pen.

There's probably loads more that's driving him crazy, but: I'm trying to think of fun things to do when the EP is launched, Seryn is doing some promotions and networking, Ed is sorting the new practice studio and trying to herd us cats into it, and Trewin has been mixing with mixing engineers with mixed results, all of which means we don't have the time for one another that we'd like, and, if Jeb and myself are anything to go by, insanity, fear, and deep self-and-other-hatred is the current rule of Phoria law (Phorilaw).

But then, when has that been any different?

Tim

NB: It's being in limbo. It's being in new-EP limbo that's causing all of this. That's all it is. I do hope you aren't feeling the same.

We're at The Source new music showcase this Thursday 25/10/12 at Brighton Pavillion theatre.

You should come. It'd calm us down.

Wirk.

We're here, wirking.

I'll call it wirking because we're doing it sat cross-legged on a zebra print blanket, drinking tea and stealing roll-ups from whichever discarded tobacco pouch doesn't have badgers in it, rather than donning Primark shirts and sitting in an overly lit cubicle staring at that furry blue stuff you can and will stick pins in.

That's 'working'. We wouldn't pretend this is as bad as that.

It sounds the same, though. That's the trick, see.

So, we're spending the day sat in a circle, netwirking, collating, and factualising e.g  realising our cross-post-capitalist multimedia output incorporating a big shiny picture of Simon Mayo breaking out of a hen.

It's alright, really.

We're looking at our strategy for promoting the new EP. Right now it's: play lots and lots of gigs and try and get on the radio a bit ooh and the internet too don't forget the internet that's proved itself quite useful especially with friends in the friendbook hope I can have friends.

Needs wirk.