What a bizarre experience.

Our newsreader came over and asked if I knew how to switch one of our four newsroom TV sets to News 24. So I went to ferret out the remote controls, then wedged myself into the ridiculous little corner of the newsroom from whence you can actually get a line of sight to the digital boxes controlling them all.

At that moment, our sports editor started trying to manually get to News 24 by flipping buttons on the top of each TV. This has been known to occasionally work but since I was already on the task, I said quite loudly words to the effect of: "It's alright, I'm already trying to find News 24."

I eventually got News 24 on one of the screens, and added, quite loudly: "Right, we've got News 24."

It was then that our sports editor took a moment to talk to me, quite quietly.

"You know Faye's on News 24, don't you?" He said, pointing at Faye, our assistant news editor, sat at the desk next to us.

"How do you mean?"

"She's on News 24!" Again, accompanied by a gesture towards the screen. There was no Faye on the screen, just the presenters and some closed captioning.

"No she isn't!"

"On the phone!" In a frantic, hushed whisper.

I watched the closed captioning a little more closely. About three seconds after Faye spoke, her words were appearing, transcribed, in big yellow letters on the TV. I had just been shouting "We've got News 24!" on News 24.