It happened a few days ago. Reaching to take a copy of my quality daily (or what passes for quality in the MSM) I saw it. Or rather, it hit me - between the eyes.
In two-inch high red letter the headline screamed " 'I'm bisexual' - Fergie".
I recoiled in horror. How could he have got away with it all those years? This notoriously hard-bitten son of Govan, a Glasgow toughie - now admitting he swings both ways? And why admit it now, of all times - with the Champions League Final only a few days away?
But then I reflected, with the benefit of hindsight, maybe some of those embraces he gave to Ronaldo and Giggs at the end of the game looked a bit dodgy alright.
So I reached for the rag and......... joy unconfined. The Fergie in question was the singer with the Black-Eyed Peas! And who gives a shit if she swings six different way? Certainly not me. So relief all round, but only after a really nasty unpleasant shock.