A witty, catty tale of ambition, ethics and girls on the go, <i>The Freudian Slip</i> is set in a world of casual political incorrectness, male chauvinism, truly fabulous clothes - and social change. <br/>The year is 1962 and the dress code is smart: women wear princess - line dresses, edge - to - edge duster coats, gloves, perfectly matched handbags and shoes and seamed stockings. Vital statistics are bust, waist and hip, and if a woman is over thirty she's over the hill. The city is divided into the bohemian inner city, the affluent east and the sedate north; boozy lunches are long, late and routinely charged to job numbers. <br/>At the advertising agency of Bofinger Adams Rawson &amp; Keane, two women now hold key creative roles: Bea is a copywriter; Desi a television producer. Efficiency and success at work means their colleagues don't suspect their messy, mismanaged private lives. Anxious to join this starred twosome is Stella, a young secretary who has nearly all a person needs for success - dedication, energy, efficiency, brains - unfortunately the one key element she lacks is any actual creative talent. In its absence she relies on stealth, flattery and deceit to walk delicately in her pointy toe - peepers right over anyone who dares to get in the way of what she wants. But will she get it? Is there anything stopping her?<br/>