I caught a glimpse of the delightful Peter Hitchens the other night. His face is increasingly frozen in a grotesque rictus of appalled indignation, which seems to be his default response to the world. The chin has retracted into the neck, outrage has enlarged and locked the eyes and the head has tilted backwards to facilitate looking down the nose. His brother by contrast retains the louche and nonchalantly amused appearance that he’s always had. Curiously, these two used to look similar, but after seeing Peter the other night, it’s as though the same genetic material has been sculpted in two radically different ways by two different existential and political outlooks. So, a word of warning Christopher: political reaction can be bad for the physiognomy.