I must have had a reason to march against tuition fees. But I don’t know what it was

The first time I saw my name in print, in almost its own right, was in late 1997, after a person who was a friend, but isn’t one any more, called up Londoners’ Diary and told a young journalist who would later become a friend, but wasn’t one at the time, that I’d helped to organise a Cambridge student demonstration against tuition fees.

The first time I saw my name in print, in almost its own right, was in late 1997, after a person who was a friend, but isn’t one any more, called up Londoners’ Diary and told a young journalist who would later become a friend, but wasn’t one at the time, that I’d helped to organise a Cambridge student demonstration against tuition fees.

Obviously it was really about my dad, but I had a starring role. ‘His handsome son Hugo’, they called me, which I affected to find totally, like, demeaning, on account of the way I was a feminist, but was actually quite chuffed about.