Gosh, it seems so long ago that I was last here that it’s like . . . it’s like it’s a brand new house I’m walking into. Oh, sure, I recognise the dimensions and so on—same front door, same window, all that stuff (and I think those are my cuff-links)—but it’s like somebody sneaked in and did  some plastering and painting. So, bravo! Looks good, whoever you are.

The reason I am here and, indeed, the reason why I haven’t been around for so long are, in fact, one and the same: the ...