Whoops. Wrong gender.
It's my last day at work before Christmas. It will be my birthday when I get back - on the 28th.
Anyway, a little faux pas last night when we were filming.
I interviewed someone about Christmas lights in Bolton who reckoned they were a waste of money. I asked if he was a Mr Scrooge.
Er no.
Actually a Mrs Scrooge.
Whoops! Wrong gender. About as bad as it gets. She didn't seem too fazed by it, though.
And it's on film.
Didn't use it in the final report, though. I wonder if Denis Norden would like to see it.
"If you're one of those people who keeps getting accused of being a different sex . . . "