I don’t think that I ever imagined that I would have anything in common with David Cameron. It seems I do.
During the summer of 2006, I car-shared to and from work with then-neighbour Caroline. The conversations we had ranged from moaning and bitching about work to the obscure beginnings of what is my current novel. On one occasion, I think it was in reference to the Football World Cup, I was complaining about those football flags that people have on their car windows, and how I called them ‘tw*t-flags’. ‘Twas a dreadful mistake for it offended Caroline dreadfully and I didn’t know why because I was only aware of the more innocent (if equally correct) meaning of the word.