Another insane day at work. Drama department being annoyingly demanding – or rather, rudely demanding. It’s fine if you need something urgently but fucking learn to ask nicely or at least say PLEASE. Grrrr. Don’t even have time to have breakfast, so get cranky even easier. The IT system I need to get the contracts up for the Drama person is dead too, so spend ages on the phone with the IT guy, while downing coffee.

Cici comes over in the evening, we have some wine and food and talk film – amazingly, of all the shorts I’ve been sending her these past two weeks, our favourites are exactly the same: Bedhead and Treevenge – and, for me, Spike Jonze’s How They Get There (she hadn’t managed to watch it before now). It’s good to know we’re on the same page with that. Head on down to the PCC for the Colin screening with Director Q&A afterwards. We both have pretty low expectations of the film so I’m actually pleasantly surprised. Definitely some pacing issues, and the shaky cam is fucking AWFUL – just completely ruins most of the action sequences – but it’s really interesting to see what they’ve done with just £45 and a camcorder.

I leave Cici with Rebel Without A Crew to read, and Slacker to watch. Just a little more film education for her.