If Rebekah Brooks had been tapping my phone conversations over the last few weeks it probably wouldn’t have created many column inches and the Sun on Sunday wouldn’t exist.

You see unlike the NOW execs my working life is not full of scandal, intrigue, and alleged corruption. Rather, at the moment at least, it’s full of Sales Managers...lots of them. I have had 17 new Sales Management Positions across the UK and Europe from 4 separate companies within the space of a few weeks.

It’s been fun, and whilst I’ve had the opportunity to speak with some very talented, interesting and entertaining people, it has taken its toll. The after effects of which are still playing out in the dark recesses of my increasing wayward and I’m tempted to say vindictive subconscious.

I (though the Mrs has a very definite opinion) am genuinely unsure which is more worrying, that I have literally started to interview imaginary Sales Managers in my sleep or that I seem to have developed a slight but apparently rather active, vocal and somnambulistic crush on a certain Ms Brooks?

What can I say? I find her subliminally sexy.

I would hope and by definition thought that one cannot be held accountable for ones subconscious... My brain obviously hates me and at the moment my girlfriend ain’t too impressed either.

But surely it’s not my fault if I’m asleep!