Wow.

We're currently sat in the control room of an absolutely massive studio on some university in Prague. There's about 22 strings working through Mike's compositions right now. In front of us. It's incredible to hear all the weird midi-based madness I've heard at Mike's house suddenly come together as a real magical thing. I'm surrounded by people in chunky knitwear who are saying things like "fortissimo". When the pranging conductor who managed to absolutely stack it on the stairs on the way in has been transformed Clarke Kent-style into a dynamic master of music. Seriously, I am fucking impressed right now. Without being too gay about it, it's quite incredible to watch everything coming together. I feel like BA. I'm the only one without any purpose, so I thought I'd just sit here and type stuff and look like I'm doing something to contribute.

It's mad to think that only 7 hours ago we were in a strip club. The now graceful conductor Rob was pranging hard, Magic now running the computers was sweating and drinking Star trying to get the system to work, and Johnny now managing the whole affair was in search of even more dens of iniquity. It wasn't just any strip club either. It was this place, www.bigsister.net. Absolutely mental concept that I think we need to copy and set up a Beat Stevie nightclub. The way it works is you go into this upstairs bar which is surrounded by TV screens, from there you can go downstairs to any of the themed rooms and get it on with one of the girls for free. The catch is that your efforts are then displayed both online and throughout the club. It's like Big Brother for doggers. Tune in tonight to see Johnny Drummachine celebrate a successful day of recording by being sodomised by an overweight dwarf. The future's bright, the future's cellulite.