I've been mocked for boasting that I've got nine bylines in this week's Radio Times.
And you have to agree, I boasted. I deserve mockery.
But I was also doubted, can you believe that? There I am, minding my own business, very full of myself and big-headed, when this geezer mocks me and adds "Besides, I could only find eight."
For the record, the new ninth byline is on a feature about BBC4's 1973 season but then there's the usual seven of me for On This Day and one last 'un for the TV Stat on the letters page.
And wow, that Stat is a bugger to do. I've had nightmares about it, quite seriously.
Anyway, hi. How've you been? As I write this it's Friday night, I've just delivered a half-hour sitcom script to that same doubting geezer (he, I and a few others have challenged each other to write a sitcom from scratch in two months), tomorrow I'm dancing and doing more On This Day; Sunday I'm a photographer at the NEC for a Sewing for Pleasure show.
You see? I tell you everything. Now, 'fess up, what's happening with you?