After getting up at 4am to report on Oxford's quaint May Morning celebrations I am struggling to keep my eyes open.
I risked life and limb to clamber up the parapets to film drunken students leaping into the Cherwell.
At least four hotheads did jump, but thankfully no-one was seriously injured because the river was swelled by a massive downpour during the night.
Before I headed for an early night I managed to read a few pages of The Man Who Knew Everything by Tom Stacey, which London-based Capuchin Classics has reprinted in a splendid new paperback edition.
Stacey, a former Sunday Times stalwart tells the story of Granville Jones, once a famous world-roving correspondent who is now self-exiled on an island Emirate in the Gulf.
I read about 20 pages and liked the feel of it — definitely shades of Graham Greene here — but I had to throw in the towel early for fear of dropping the book in the bath.
Other interesting books have also landed on my desk in the past week or so, including City of Dark Hearts by James Conan, a murder mystery set at the World's Fair in Chicago in the 1890s.
James Conan doesn't exist _ the book has been written by Oxford author William Horwood and Helen Rappaport.
Morse author Colin Dexter says it's a page-turning treat, so I shall give it a whirl.
My latest foray into the second-hand market saw me land the Jungle Book parts one and two in early Macmillan editions. Oxfam specialist bookshop in Turl Street was my supplier, and the books, beautifully illustrated by Kipling's father and other illustrators, cost £3.99 each.
Service Slang by JL Hunt and AG Pringle, has been reprinted by Faber after it was first issued in 1943 and should make nostalgic reading. Hopefully I won't go for a Burton before my next blog.