So I'm just about to interview Rio Ferdinand when he breaks off to take a call from . Welcome to the world of the Premier League footballer.
The Prince of Pop is ringing to wish Rio good luck for the named in honour of his Manchester United shirt number, 'Five'.
When Ferdinand returns he admits: "I was shaking when I got off the phone. It was a real surprise. I'm hoping to interview him for a later edition and he's invited me to one of his concerts to come backstage and speak to him about it.
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Over the space of a crazy few days, English football has witnessed more fours than a Twenty20 over - and there was me thinking .
You wait ages for an eight-goal thriller and two come along at once - just like the proverbial London bus, in fact - which could also be used to describe Liverpool's defence at the moment. Big, red and decidedly wobbly.
The writing looks on the wall for the Merseysiders, and although Rafa Benitez is refusing to throw in the towel, it appears the fat lady has already sung - and been to boot. (Sorry, Susan, that was a bit of a cheap shot - love you madly really.)
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One minute Alvaro Arbeloa was comparing Liverpool to The Beatles, the next they were on the long and winding road out of Europe.
Headlines like '4-4 Phew!', 'Guud Grief!' and 'The Gr8est Game Ever' screamed from the papers following the epic draw at the Bridge that left pundit Joe Cole 'buzzin'. But Liverpool had already sealed their fate after making a right Octopus's Garden of the first leg.
Arbeloa's comment that "This team is on the way to becoming more famous than The Beatles" (made before the Anfield encounter) had echoes of John Lennon's infamous 'Jesus' boast, although it's unlikely folk in the deep south will be falling over themselves to burn the defender's replica shirts in protest.
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Striker light! As England's available forwards went down quicker than my horse in the Grand National, fourth-choice Peter Crouch showed he was no rope-a-dope.
You could have forgiven Crouch for being a little miffed after Fabio Capello revealed the Pompey frontman was the last pick in the playground and 'no Darren Bent'. (Every cloud...)
But the big man rose to the occasion, giving England the lead against Ukraine and more importantly showing he had taken advice on board by pulling out the rope to celebrate ("Don't fear the robot, Crouchy, let the robot fear you").
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I am a journalist with 91Èȱ¬ Sport, dealing with the more offbeat stories doing the rounds. I am a QPR fan - and also quite fond of football. If our new-found wealth brings success I'll be happy to tell anyone exactly where I was when we were sh... rubbish - row J seat 139. .
