Second day of shooting -- didn't have to worry about forty extras, an art gallery, visiting celebrities or anything; just a bakery and a house. It was easy and pleasant, and we wrapped early, and I went off to Goldcrest to see the rushes from yesterday, which look pretty solid. Starting to figure out strategies for getting actors to give you less: they want to give you more. (Probably not a good idea to say "Er, you know that thing you're doing? Yes? Well, just don't do that.") Wrote some another song for Lorraine's new band on the tube the other day, and finished it yesterday night in a state of brain death, a weird lurching thing, which begins "The deal as always was Faustian..."