As some of you know, I'm a local radio hack in the Midlands and this area's one of the indicators as to which party wins the general election.
As such, all the big beasts will be coming here over the next few weeks and the likelihood is I'll have to speak to a number of them.
So there I was, stuck outside a smackhead's health centre in Royal Leamington Spa (yes, smackheads, really!) waiting for Ken Clarke.
The big beast was in town on the first day of proper campaigning - and of course running late. I've got my presenter screaming in my ear, as if by yelling at me I can somehow magically make the traffic he's stuck in disappear.
And when he gets there - just a few minutes before I have go live on air - my carefully though out questions go out the window because all I can concentrate on are his bad teeth and the profusion of hair coming from each nostril.
So if you guys are bored with the election - spare a thought for those of us who're covering it for a living and will be spending May 6th stuch in a sports hall somewhere waiting for people to prove they can add up.