I was in a deep, drunken slumber when Princess Diana died.

I learned of the news when my editor left a message on my answering machine in the early hours of the morning, asking me to come straight into work.

I was too hungover to pick up the phone, let alone leap into journalistic action.

Instead I just groaned, rolled over in bed and went back to sleep.

With the Pope knock, knock, knocking on Heaven's Door I'm determined not to make the same mistake again.

It's going to be a sober weekend for me....just in case the call comes.