Lie in till 730 having dreamt about Stinker my cat. I start working on my shotlist for next week on the long journey out to the castle where Victor, the mad scientist who will change SClub’s lives, will be found. There’s precious little violence in our film but what little of it there is takes place in the castle’s wonderful cathedral and the owners and caretakers of this magnificent pile won’t allow guns or violence, even if fictitious, in their hallowed space. I am full of admiration for their determination to stick by their…er…guns but it means we’ll have to come up with some other tomfoolery. While everyone sits in a tiny cafe in Cardonna discussing Spanish political history I sit on my own so I can work on the scenes for next week. I watch dailies before bed and Jo makes me laugh out loud everytime she tells Jon she wants to change her call sign. There’s a film-making maxim which goes: “Never as good as the dailies, but always better than the first cut!” I wonder if this one will be making them laugh next Easter?