We are so very fortunate to be living in an era in which our thirst for knowledge and news is quenched in an instant. It is there, at the press of a button, at the flick of a switch, at the touch of a keyboard.

It’s not only there, it is visual, thanks in no small measure to the eighth wonder of the modern world – television. No sitting with your ear glued to the radio these days; it’s there in glorious panoramic colour, digitally enhanced, surround sound, the whole shooting match right there in the living room.

I wouldn’t attempt to catalogue the number of breathtaking events we have all seen over the years, from Royal weddings, to wars, to disasters, to historic events, to stock-market crashes, to global warming, to space exploration and to great sporting events.

I spent just over 90 minutes in front of the TV on Saturday afternoon, totally enthralled by a series of swift-changing events that were to have a decisive effect on . . . yes, you’ve guessed it, the Premiership Title Race.

This was one of the occasions when you said 1,000 thank-yous for television, because without ever having to leave your seat you were able to keep track of two crucial games at the same time, involving the best two teams in the country, 200 miles apart. At Goodison Park on Merseyside, Everton are entertaining (if that’s the right word?) Manchester United, and in London, Chelsea are welcoming (right word?) Bolton Wanderers.

Let’s set the scene. Both games kick off at 12.45pm with Manchester United three points clear of Chelsea at the top of the table, having played the same number of games. Now look at the kaleidoscopic changes that unfolded over the next 90 minutes and the points gap ebbed and flowed . . .