There are days when after churning out thousands of words I lurch out into what remains of daylight with an urge to strike up conversation with the first person I meet.
Notwithstanding my chronic shyness, it is a symptom of what I call "keyboard tunnel vision-itis".
As a bloke the solution is easy. I can wander into one of the fine inns that frequent our little hamlet and strike up conversation on the burning topics of the day with any one of the local intellectuals. Locally, I am thinking of the likes of Rags, Damage, Sparky and the one that talks to pavements.
You can be very busy on email as a writer, but you can easily become invisible. Not easy given my girth, I'll grant you, but invisible nonetheless.
That's why I always welcome the opportunity actually to speak to the journalists of whatever media I have been working with all day. Some have been lifelong friends; others are names that I know from their radio or screen appearances.
And that's why I particularly welcome the Birmingham Press Club's decision to launch a little early evening soiree on the first Wednesday of the month upstairs at the Old Royal pub in Cornwall Street, Birmingham.
There you will find the great and the good of the West Midlands media world and it is an excellent opportunity to renew old acquaintances and make friends with faces you only know as names.
It is a great initiative from the incoming press club chairman John "Now, when I was on the Standard/Express/Post ( delete as appropriate)" Lamb and I hope that not only those in the immediate media marketplace will support the idea.
For reasons I don't fully understand, there seems to be a gulf between the media and the PR community, between the journos and many of the marketing staff at city centre firms.
Some journalists don't help to get the ball rolling by scaring the living daylights out of some poor kid who has just left uni and has just been asked to do a first ever ring round.
But some of the PR luvvies don't help themselves either by coming across as one cell up on the evolution scale from plant life.
Of course, if your first impression of a press club event is meeting Tony Bell on a darkened stairs, you could be forgiven for fleeing, screaming into the night.
On Wednesday evening I shall, some work crisis notwithstanding, be buying upstairs in the Old Royal.
I shall be happy to buy any PR person or journalist a drink if you greet me with the words "You are Chalkie White and I claim my drink" but only if you can then explain who Chalkie White was.
* Ed's Note, for younger readers, and for anybody hoping for a free drink from Andy: Chalkie White was a character used by newspapers in promotions.
Readers spotting a photo of Chalkie in print and then the real Chalkie - who was really a reporter or volunteer - could then claim a prize.
* Andy Skinner is managing director of PR agency ASAP and press officer for the Institute of Directors in the West Midlands