I'm working loads at the moment, which has come as a shock, obviously. The giveaway of how freaked out I am by all this came when I realised I had lost track completely of how much stuff I had promised to get in by first thing this coming monday morning, so I started writing the list up on my whiteboard, muttering worriedly to myself, and suddenly noticed that halfway through writing 'drama outline for big broadcasting company', I had in fact (and this is true) written 'oh fucking hell'.
Consequently I have been re-checking all the work I've done to make sure I haven't slipped in any particularly Freudian cocks.
Slips! I meant slips! You have to make that joke, or they take your license away.