We marked the earlier darkness with a Sun night shoot. Breakfast on set was at 3pm; with chips. Filmed under a flyover; juxtaposed with an urban version of Niagra..how i disliked the effluence of litter downstream. What was not to like on set? 'It's a perm', outrageous gorgeousness and Piers from the New Statesman; one of my comedy heroes! I wanted to say to him 'Fingers Piers'; Alan B'stard would close drawers on Piers' fingers.
In the eye of the storm, rock legend Lou Reed performing in heaven, Joe Hart's latest clanger; never a dull moment.
There are no night buses in that part of London so i would've been royally fcked if it weren't for a lift to Piccadilly. Was buoyed by midnight pasta and filter coffee.