I see that the great Alastair Campbell has written a novel about mental health. I wouldn’t normally read a novel on such a theme, but I’m a bit of a fan of Campbell so I’ll have to read this one. If only to see if whether the testicular-obsession of The Blair Years – every third sentence seemed to be a gushing mention of a man who “has balls” – continues into his fiction.

Campbell made enemies across the media when he worked at Downing Street, so I doubt his novel will be warmly-received. He promises he won’t get in any spats with reviewers. I so hope he does, though. Campbell spats are always entertaining.

In other news, I’m speaking at the Windsor Festival today. The event is at the posh Guildhall, where Charles and Camilla got hitched. I’m not half as nervous as I expected to be.