Action!

The commercial shoot today was fairly shambolic, as they often are.

Takes had to be timed around the noisy flapping of a lost pigeon doing circuits around the high ceiling of the studio.

The wardrobe lady didn't seem to have taken our actor's measurements at all. He was meant to be paying a cool young guy, but his straight-leg jeans ended a couple of centimetres above his shoes, his jacket had sleeves so short it looked like he borrowed it from a 12 year old, and the striped shirt tucked into his waistband bulged outwards with a slightly overhanging belly. Or maybe that's the hot new look.

He also had some sort of mental block with his lines. The words 'it's got a 1600 engine' were so incredibly complex he forgot them every time.

Our director had spent a year studying in America, and had returned with a quite unconvincing but apparently permanent pseudo hip-hop accent. Whilst this did not impact directly on the success of the shoot, it did add an extra level of irritation. For me, anyway.