9.30 am. Simon Heyworth's new wonder mastering facility plays host to my diary. My aching buttocks (still not accustomed to my early morning jogglings) are cushioned on the sofa at the back of his wonder barn, now filled with the sound of King Crimson rather than centuries of manure.
A fully functioning Alesis Masterlink has arrived from London, and we can finally (23 and a half hour late) hear the 88.2 khz masters, sent over by Machine. I fail to understand why the CDs that he has sent over for us to audition all the mixes have been processed in such a way as to make them entirely unrepresentative of those self same mixes. I really do not understand. I really really do not understand. Something fails to connect.
2.30 Donbledore has phoned in to say that he will be meeting with Ozzie Richardson again tomorrow. My own meeting on Monday was entirely positive. I think we have found Our Man In Television. Over to the Beast of Terror to find a scenario where everyone is happy, and fun can begin.
7 pm. We have just downloaded the MP3 file of guitar scrapings sent by Alex at DGM. An excellent file, which contains absolutely no scrapings.
10.30 pm. The late shift has begun. I am typing to the stomping strains of "You have to be happy with what you have to be happy with."
