The Meat loves Dave

After a slightly uncomfortable hiatus in the 'Mum and Dad' edit (we left off midway through our 'brutal' cut of the film, and having it hang around like that has felt like spending the last couple of weeks being followed round by a three-legged animal still sniffiing aorund for its misssing limb (not a pleasant image, really, and one that seems to have jumped into my brain straight out of a scene from Lucy McKee's fantastic May)), I'm on the train back down to London, headin back to the suite and trying to block out the tinny blare of someone's iPod playing a hellish dance version of 'Total Eclipse of the Heart' from somewhere down the carriage.

The past couple of weeks have felt a bit disjointed and random, and I feel like I'm having to reconstruct the state of concentration we had earlier in the edit (as I say that, the train I'm on has just passed a goods train carrying several tons of rocks and graffitied on the side with 'Dave loves the meat') and not get distracted (the iPod is now playing Survivor's 'Eye of the Tiger' at what must be ear-bleedingly loud volume - oh, hang on, now he's switched to Avril Lavigne's 'Girlfriend'. Christ, it's like listening to Trent FM through a sock. Worn by a fucking idiot.)

Anyway, I'm hoping that by the end of tomorrow we'll have a cut that we're happy with and which we can present to the Execs as our cut...