train sketches, trying to plan out the composition of the scene in which Dorian stabs Basil.  All ungentlemanly, like.  All i could think about when I was sketching this was that bit in screenwipe where charlie brooker's all like: And he'll knife you! And knife you! And knife you! And knife you! And knife you! And knife you! And knife you! And knife you! And knife you! And knife you! And knife you!