It's 9am Saturday morning. Not only is my head pounding, but outside the flat they're trying to drill some sort of hole in the concrete - I doubt for any real reason.
That aside, I'm starting to get worried about the ideas for stories I'm having and the total lack of movement on the production front.
I've got a clear plan for 'The Showdown: Part Two' and I've even bought some green screen paper. Steve's even poured solder in to a micromachine and proved he can move it with a magnet. However, even though I have a plan, I'm no where on the way to filming.
Plus now I'm getting loads of ideas - and I really want to complete Don't Eat the Neighbours - but I've written precisely zilch for it...
Oh...what a moan, us Brits are great for that. Oh to moan...