One of the benefits of being a member of the Press is that on occasions you can avoid queuing up for things with the great unwashed.
I'm not saying waving a Press card is going to get you to the front of the queue at Sainsbury's on Saturday, but it works wonders in other ways.
For example, we recently had the opening of the most chic shop in Birmingham - it's far cooler than Selfridges - the Apple store.
The store opened on a Friday at 6pm and being a bit of an Apple computer geek I duly went along at the appointed hour. I was keen to be among the first there, mainly so I could say "been there, got the T-shirt" ( literally so - the first 1,400 through the doors got a T-shirt).
Anyway, off I went, but when I got there I was horrified to see a queue stretching from the shop back to the Rotunda, and then snaking off as far as the eye could see towards Digbeth.
It would have taken hours to get to the shop - which is probably why it was open until midnight. Not being that desperate for a T-shirt, I headed off to the pub (where I still had to queue, to get served).
I later related this experience to the editor of one of the local business mags, who informed me that he had been to the shop prior to the opening, on a press invite (and he'd been given a T-shirt).
So there you are. If you're a member of the Press, you just don't have to queue for some things, which would come in extremely handy if you're like me and hate queuing.
Example: the other day I went to renew my rail pass and there were about a dozen people in the queue for the ticket booth - I just couldn't be bothered to wait, so I left it until the next day.
I mean, is there anything in life that is so important its worth queuing for hours for?
I saw on TV the other day an item about the new Star Wars film, which is being released later this month.
There were Star Wars fans who had started to queue for the film outside this cinema in New York - three weeks before the screening. Have these people nothing better to do with their lives?
Then there were the thousands of people who were prepared to queue for countless hours at the Vatican to see the Pope (or rather, his corpse) - and some of them had travelled halfway round the world for this.
I did notice that President Dubya Bush and expresidents George Bush and Bill Clinton were whisked straight through when they turned up to pay their last respects, which goes to show that there are others who, like the Press, don't necessarily have to stand in the queue.
So is there anything in fact that I would queue for?
Well, come to think of it, there was another story involving queuing that caught my eye recently.
This involved the rock group Cream - formed in the 60s, and now in their 60s, the famous trio of Eric Clapton, Ginger Baker and Jack Bruce had got together to play four dates at the Royal Albert Hall.
As you could imagine, there was a serious queue for the tickets, but as this will almost certainly be the last chance to see one of the biggest rock bands the world has ever seen, you can understand why.
Who knows, it's even something even I might have queued for.
I didn't, though!