There is a lot of talk these days about England’s democratic deficit. From Berwick to Penzance and from Shrewsbury to Great Yarmouth, the English, we are told, are crying out for some sort of assembly of their own within which they can ignore the bleatings and insults of the Scots, Welsh and – God help us! – the Northern Irish.
I can sympathise. The English make up 85 per cent of the population of the United Kingdom but struggle to make themselves heard above the expressions of injured pride emanating from the Celtic fringe – and I don’t just mean when Ian Blackford of the SNP is speaking.