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Lucy wasn’t a fence-sitter – she strove to keep words like ‘may’, ‘might’, ‘is said to be’ and ‘rumoured’ out of her copy. She knew the golden rule: any headline with a question mark at the end of it deserves the answer ‘Nah, not really’.

Britain, he believed, was finished. Thirty years of spending ever more money on even pleasanter lifestyles, while working even less efficiently, had done the once-great nation irreversible damage. Tory and Labour alike: locust years. It wasn’t politics. It was decadence.