I have absolutely no opinions whatsoever on the euro – aren’t I a lucky boy?

It’s a remarkable stroke of luck for a columnist, but I have no views whatsoever on the euro. It’s not deliberate, this, just a function of my age. Most columnists seem to have started forming their euro views some time prior to 1992, and I simply wasn’t that sort of 14-year-old. ‘Do you worry about the effect that high German interest rates might have on Britain’s continuing participation in the ERM?’ is exactly the sort of thing we didn’t say to each other, while shaving odd bits out of our grunge-era hair and debating the merits of inhaling deodorant through a towel.

I do remember very briefly having an opinion on the single currency in the summer of 1996, but only because I was inter-railing, and in an Italian campsite, with money from Hungary, and hungry. But it was hard even then to draw any wider conclusions from this. And since I woke up from my extended teenage fug in, ooh, 2002 or so, the euro has just been there, making holidays marginally simpler, and demanding no higher analysis at all.