OK, so it goes like this.
In Nagpur, India, a Test match enters its second day, with England fighting back against a super-talented Indian team.
In Dege, on the Sichuan-Tibet border, I, still only about 78% after a double dose of flu and Dege-belly, sit in Dege's plushest wangba, with all the best intentions of getting this supposedly cycling-related blog up-to-date.
In London, a Guardian sportswriter provides over-by-over commentary on the match in India - or, more precisely, on what Sky TV leads him to believe is the match in India.
In a lonely office tower in Shanghai, a staffer at Asia and Away magazine hallucinates at his screen on a too-long Thursday afternoon. His attention wanders and is drawn to the Guardian's over-by-over cricket commentary...
The same online entertainment reaches me in Dege, and I am moved to submit some comments to the commentator, several of which he neatly slots in to his commentary.
Back in Shanghai, the Asia and Away guy spots my name in among the bowlers and batsmen and fielders...
...and sends me an email, telling me, as an Asia and Away freelancer, to stop prattin' about and go and write an article, or failing that at least practise riding my bike.
So I write a blog post about it.
There are, I would estimate, about 30 people in the world. 22 cricketers, 11 on each team; 2 umpires; a commentator on Sky TV; some kind of technical bloke to broadcast it to the Guardian guy in London; the Asia and Away dude; and me. And, if you're reading this, you.
That is plenty.