Word of advice. If you're ever sitting in a hotel bar with Piers, gone midnight, having necked a load of Pure Brewed Lager and whisky, and he suggests a cheeky little glass of port, simply pretend you're Amy Winehouse and you've just been told to go to rehab.
Look At Me, the short I've scripted, is being shot right now, a mile or so across London. Day One of four. This is fantastic and transcends all hangovers. Thankfully.