Next year, I’m almost certain, is going to be one for firm convictions

Whenever I do pundit telly, which isn’t very often, I always want to answer every question by saying, ‘How the hell should I know?’ Only once, though, have I done so.

Whenever I do pundit telly, which isn’t very often, I always want to answer every question by saying, ‘How the hell should I know?’ Only once, though, have I done so. That was on Question Time Extra, about three years ago, which may have been my first ever live TV outing.

From the start, it didn’t go well. I didn’t inadvertently call a Cabinet minister ‘Mr Shitsinabox’ or anything, like the real pros have started doing (who can wait, incidentally, until Liam Fox is next on the Today programme?) but still, I can’t pretend I excelled. The main thing I remember is the show starting, and seeing my own feet on the studio monitor, clad in one red sock and one blue one.