This is the 5th day of shooting on Mind Flesh, and I don’t know what day it is or what’s going on in the outside world. Director Rob convinced me to let him shoot a scene in my flat. This is against my better judgement as I’ve done this before, and the flat comes out looking like a war zone with no one left to help clean up. But, Rob is a good friend and has always been there for us, so I agree. So, I’m in the flat on my own dressing, and it’s supposed to look like a crime scene. I get out a bowl of fake blood, as you do, and start arranging the kitchen for the shoot.

Sometimes I can be a bit of a doofus, and this is one of those times. My elbow hits the bowl of blood, and it goes flying everywhere, walls, ceiling, floors. So, there I am, on my hands and knees cleaning up blood off the kitchen floor when a workman starts working on my window.

As he was a Polish chap and not a native English speaker and me not being a native English speaker either (American is my native tongue), it takes me 15 minutes to convince him not to call the police. I’m shaking my bloody hand at him screaming “fake, fake! You see, fake.” And I’m sticking my fingers in my mouth to show him that it’s fake and you can eat it. Finally, I gave him a cigarette and he calmed down and agreed not to call the police.

Please excuse tense shifts and spelling errors. I’m just too damned tired.

By the way, check out the Mind Flesh website, and you can see some video diary.