I have to admit to being rather bleary-eyed as I pen this week’s column.
The reason? A rather late night following the comings and goings as the football transfer window came to a less than dramatic conclusion.
I couldn’t even switch off when the deadline passed at 11 p.m. as, apparently, as long as appropriate documentation was submitted on time clubs had another two hours to complete deals.
So it wasn’t until Manchester United confirmed that Marouane Fellaini had been prised away from Everton that I eventually headed to bed.
Why do I do it? Yes, I have a keen interest in football but any affiliations I do have don’t stretch as far as the English Premiership.
I think the real reason is that I’m addicted to following results – any results – and breaking news.
I’ve only been to one cricket match in my life and even then I lasted only 20 minutes, but I’ll happily follow a Test match for hours on my phone.
When there’s an election, whether it be in Britain or across the pond, I’ll follow it until the end.
And, whisper it, I’ll even tune in to the Eurovision Song Contest after the music is finished just to watch the results come in.