I suppose I'm obliged to give you a 72-hour notice of intent.

On Friday night, I'll be handing over the blog's password to my nocturnal alter ego, the oracle Nightshift Ben. Nothing I can do. Blame my unit manager.

If there's anything you need answering, whether it's of a personal nature or of more universal concern, physical or philosophical, he claims to be the man for the job. He's a know-all, and ain't afraid to talk about it.

Just to remind you, on his last time out, he tackled such diverse topics as tequila, fickle women, green skies and, of course, "Why?".

So should you wish to submit a question, either leave a comment here, or use the "Ask the nightshift" e-mail address, being sure to remove the square brackets.

But don't say I didn't warn you.