That feckin’ Geraint was late again. Perhaps he was putting off the moment when John would get into his car again and start destroying it with his ludicrously reckless driving. Anyway, it meant yet more of the car chase had to be cut, since we absolutely had to finish it at midday. We almost managed that, even though we got soaked in a torrential downpour, which also rendered Geraint’s brakes useless at one point, sending him sliding over the edge of the common, down a 45 degree slope and into a bush. This, as you can imagine, was hilarious. After that it was on to the roof rack scene – lifted wholesale from a film Dave and I made three years ago. We discovered that two of our three cameras were knackered, having been caught in the rain earlier, and had to make do with just one for the next couple of hours while the other dried out. The warden drove past a couple of times, but seemed content to just watch us serruptitiously from a distance, rather than make us go away. We were forced to wrap at 6:30 since Geraint had tickets for a play, meaning we’ll have to start at 6am tomorrow to finish the car scenes, before going on to the day’s scheduled fight.