Last week, I completed one of the most gruelling assignments of my journalistic career.
Gruelling because it tested me physically, mentally and, at times, spiritually. Gruelling because it tested the boundaries of good taste and good sense.
And gruelling because no-one had actually asked me to do it, so when I found myself lying awake at 3am, haunted by the things I had seen, I had no-one to blame but myself.
Yes, dear friends, I put my body (and sanity) on the line and watched all five (YES THERE ARE FIVE!!) sequels to the 2000 cult classic, Bring It On.