It's Saturday morning and I'm feeling dozy. Ive just been through the most manic week trying to sort everything out before we start work on Red Dwarf on Monday.
It almost feels like I'm leaving the country, but actually I'm just going to Shepperton, and I will be able to talk to people and reply to e-mails, I'm telling myself this because it felt like if I didn't do everything last week, that was it. End of.
My normal working life for the past 12 years has been utterly unpredictable, constantly changeable and fairly chaotic. For the next 10 weeks it's utterly predictable, totally all consuming and fairly intense.
I am experiencing equal measures of dread and excitement at the prospect of re-joining the posse and having read two of the six scripts, I feel confident in predicting they will be seriously amusing.