I found it surprising how easily you could loose track of time without the sun as a reference, and I’m sure it didn’t help that our blood alcohol levels were soaring through the roof almost the entire time we were in Andorra but each night the sun rise always caught me by surprise.

The sun on the last night snuck up on us fast and we still had some stock shots to get if we wanted to finish the edit. It was suddenly a mad rush against sunrise to get everything we needed. Just as we set up the projector for one of the final shots the generator ran dry.

Half cut and exhausted, Brad and I jump in the van and start cutting laps around Andorra looking for a gassy that was open. Swinging out onto the main road we heard a loud THUD followed by the long and upset groan of Jack having had his head launched into the sliding door of the van.

We had completely forgotten that Jack had passed out hours earlier in the back of the van and was now involuntarily on the gas hunt with us. Having had no luck in finding gas we raced back to the snow-park where I set to desperately siphon gas from our winch into the generator.

Jack had since perked up and was ready to chip in his 10 cents on how to siphon gas. Strung out of my mind and with petrol now lining the inside of my mouth this really wasn’t the time to joke with me – I was doing my best to stay calm and ignore Jack who was gesturing at me to take mouthfuls of gas and spit it back into the other tank, one at a time.

We continued to race around like headless chickens finishing the last shots right up until the full morning light was on us. As our time run out we just stood in the carpark taking it all in, a few half empty bottles of rum still in our hands, giggling and telling stories about the night before as if they were distant memories from our past.

I looked at my crew with their blood shot eyes and big goofy smiles and felt their stupid happiness wash over me, I was finaly completely relaxed. With empty stomachs but a hard drive full of bangers it was time to head home, reset our body clocks and return to life in the real world.

Whilst our week working the graveyard shift had come to an abrupt end, we weren’t exactly upset about it either.

Thank you to Alex Maillet, Merlin Balfour, Tyler Chorlton, Slidewayz and the Llop Gris Hotel for making this trip as ridiculous as it was.

Keep an eye out for this masterpiece dropping later in the year on www.whitelines.com.