Where were you when the credits rolled on Campbell Live for the last time? This final half hour of daily current affairs had risen above its remit to become an event.
Not like the joyous festivities of a Telethon or a replay of Seinfeld, but more comparable to a depressing moon landing or presidential assassination.
Going into the show I had so many questions: Would host John Campbell blub like a little baby? Would I? After all I'm a sucker for a slow jam montage and the safe money was on the show's editors piecing together a pretty bloody powerful one near the end.
Or, more accurately, near The End.