You must see this four-part British TV series, recently released on Netflix, and starring Stephen Graham, whose craggy face will be familiar to you; and a new boy actor, Owen Cooper. Both are transcendingly good, and the film a great example of the grittily realistic sort of work we usually associate with Ken Loach (but without the laughs). It is also very timely, with the harm done by present-day internet ‘influencers’ like Andrew Tate obliquely but obviously targeted. I binged on it last night, and was left emotionally drained.

It also got me thinking more about ‘toxic masculinity’. I’ve only recently become aware of this, and never felt it could be useful to my work – it’s more relevant to Kajsa’s, on ‘gender’. But maybe I should take more account of it when writing about ‘imperialism’; which clearly had – and has, in Donald Trump’s case – more than a hint of ‘toxic masculinity’ about it.