It’s Saturday morning and I’m sat in Ad’s sunshine coloured VW, Betty, with the rain drumming on the roof and mist on the windows. We’re eating bacon sandwiches and the whole of London seems to have woken up and thought “Sod it, I’m staying in bed.”

But clearly not too tired to alliterate. Or lie. We’re shooting a bunch of viral ad’s for the Civil Service Retirement Fellowship which means that for the first time since the end of Panda, Chris and I are back behind the camera. Even more so in Chris’ case because budgetary restraints meant that Zee has insisted that Chris lights and operates as well, something he’s not done since we shot the first version of our film Old Man Dies back…

OK, I meant to do the accounts on Friday and pay Adam, Chris and Martin what’s owed to them, though of course Adam has already taken some money which means we probably don’t owe him anything. Must also get Adam to ring Malcolm our accountant and sort out his tax details. Anyway, Wednesday we had our first screening of the very rough cut of Panda with the funders, which was good despite Chris getting a bit cranky ‘cos he’s not…

Which isn’t necessarily the best place to start but it’s as good as any I guess. Outside the window the sun is high in a perfect blue sky and I’m feeling sort of relaxed because I did the hoovering this morning and that always makes me feel human. Back at home for the first time in a couple of days and I’ve basically spent the morning replying to emails, mainly about Hallo Panda, the short film that is currently taking…