At some point in everyone's life they invariably get asked the name of the first song they ever bought. The song rarely has much to do with shaping their future taste in music or any relevance to the rest of their life.
I hadn't thought about mine for as long as I could remember. Hold that thought.
I had some technical problems with my camera this morning. The memory card had disappeared so I couldn't take any pictures. They've dedicated an entire television station to promoting WrestleMania 25 this week and the most repeated phrase has to be 'anything can happen at WrestleMania.'
My filming schedule for Sky Sports News now complete, I was determined that whatever this 'anything' was, I would capture it on camera for the final picture of my skysports.com WrestleMania 25 diary.
If this was going to be possible I'd have to buy a new memory card. Not as easy as you'd think, mind. Houston might be the fourth largest city in America but if every shop in town shuts on a Sunday then you can't buy anything.
In he came through a maze of flash bulbs. I positioned myself by the exit and the legend that is Ben held my camera. The press conference complete I found myself in a tiny corridor standing face to face with the man himself. Rourke's people said no pictures but how did Rourke feel about this? If you don't ask you don't get.
Quotes of the week
Not for the first time this week Hector on the concierge desk came to the rescue. I had to stand still for two minutes and wait for his hotel shuttle to take me to a special pharmacy.
Just between us, no seriously, the first song I ever bought was 'Never gonna give you up'. No sooner had I sat down in Hector's shuttle than the Lincoln Navigator was piping out Rick Astley's dulcet tones from every available speaker. I had a funny feeling that this was going to be a good day.
An inedible lunch (which I ate three quarters of in order to decide its inedibility) later and we were back at the hotel to make our final preparations for the big one.
WrestleMania was almost upon us. The sun was shining. This was a special event and it called for a special shirt. A little Hawaiian number last seen at my brother's stag night should do the trick. Plus the obligatory pair of sunglasses to blend in with the locals.
Nineteen years after sneaking downstairs at 1.00am with my brother to watch The Ultimate Warrior defeat Hulk Hogan in the main event of WrestleMania 6 I was now ready to make the short journey to The Reliant Stadium for my first WrestleMania.
Having been collected by WWE security and whisked up to the stadium's media hub, myself and Ben were ready for the action to start. Dozens of film crews from all over the world were huddled into a small corner of the room in front of an even smaller table.
The usually ultra-efficient and equally helpful WWE staff seemed tense. The reason for this soon emerged. Someone was coming. Someone big. A 'Hollywood A-lister' in town for WrestleMania.
Mickey Rourke, Oscar nominated for his role in The Wrestler would be arriving at any second to have a few words with the press about his love of the sports entertainment industry and take questions on his possible involvement in WrestleMania 25.
A picture with Mickey Rourke would round this diary off nicely. Not likely Adam. Just so you know, we're here to 'manage your expectations' and Mr Rourke won't be posing for any pictures.
In he came through a maze of flash bulbs. I positioned myself by the exit and the legend that is Ben held my camera. The press conference complete I found myself in a tiny corridor standing face to face with the man himself.
Rourke's people said no pictures but how did Rourke feel about this? If you don't ask you don't get.
"Mickey, can I please have a picture?"
"Sure you can. Nice shirt."
Anything can happen at WrestleMania.