It’s a sad day at the studio. Outside the weather is overcast and grey. The boys have assembled themselves at the editing suite for another hard day’s graft, however, they have just got in from a big night out and it pains me to say that they look disgusting.
Clearly defeated the boys slouch down at the editing desk and with a synchronised long wearied sigh, they close their eyes and wait for death. It appears it’s all over for them – they may as well knock this day on the head. I simply do not see how they will recover from this and it is with a feeling of great disappointment that I pack up my things to leave.
But hang on what’s this?! Whelan’s eyes have sprung open and slowly his tremulous hand struggles towards the mouse of the iMac. And goodness gracious, Joel and Tel seem to be following suit! This is absolutely remarkable; I must admit I did not see this coming.
Surely the boys will take but a moment’s rest to nurse their raging hangovers. Surely they will allow themselves some short respite. Surely they can’t do this to themselves, it is painful to watch.
But no, although their bodies scream out desperately for kip they ignore these cries and continue their work with the same kind of dogged determination that built the Pyramids of Giza and the Great Wall of China.
Good god these boys are brave. Are they an inspiration? Who’s to say? Are they the embodiment of all that is right with the world? I wouldn’t like to hazard a guess. All I know is that what I am witnessing right now is truly impressive. And in my completely impartial opinion, those boys at Third Leg Studios, those boys are good.