It's a strange business news reporting. One day it's the shenanigans at the local district court - the next I'm interviewing two stark naked people in a busy hotel bar!
I was fully clothed but I was the uncomfortable one - and it showed.
Nick and Wendy Lowe, New Zealanders on a delayed honeymoon in Ireland, were totally at ease in their nudity and did their best to make me relax.
When I accidentally brushed my fingers on the shoulder of 51-year-old Wendy, I felt the need to profusely apologise.
Well, it wasn't quite the same as an accidental bump into a shopper in the queue at Lidl or Aldi.
Wendy is President of the New Zealand Association of Naturists and the couple combined their honeymoon with Ireland's first-ever International Naturists Congress in Drumshanbo, Co Leitrim.
The interview gave me pause for thought. Why did my shirt collar feel so tight? It's a little late in life to discover the prude within. I deliberately attempted to look only into her eyes.
Her boobs were bare, her bum was bare, everything about her was bare and she wasn't the least disturbed where I looked, but...?
It didn't feel right to give her the once-over. But I was concentrating so hard on keeping 'eyes front' that I found myself bumbling my questions.
The room was noisy and I had to lean my ear closer to her. Rather than stare at her body I looked slightly away and downwards like an errant schoolboy.
Of course that put my focus directly on her new hubby Nick in all his glory.
And that's when I saw one of the reasons why she picked Nick for a husband. He, of course, was totally at ease.
In 53 years in journalism, I've reported from war zones, crime scenes, fatal accidents - yet the one thing that came to mind was another cringe-inducing moment in the late 60s when I interviewed actress Angela Douglas who was at one time married to the celebrated actor Kenneth More of Reach for the Sky fame. With a 28-year age gap, a story broke that they were making 'special efforts' to have a baby.
The Daily Telegraph assigned me to find what those 'special efforts' were.
The naturally extrovert Angela happily told me Kenneth had heard ice-cold water could add a little lead to his pencil and, nightly, he habitually bestrode a bidet, splashing cold water on his manhood before they went to the marital bed.
I have no idea why I was reminded of that interview as I stared at a naked Nick Lowe.
Presumably, my mind was playing a trick, dragging up a deeply uncomfortable moment from my past that would make me comfortable in the present, standing in a lakeside hotel chatting to a lovely couple in the buff.