Recently I managed to shock myself in a way which unsettled me.
A screenshot of an online video discussion flashed up on Facebook and I looked to see who the participants were, as the subject being talked about was of interest to me.
One of those taking part was someone whose name and writing I have been familiar with for years – and much admired. But I had never seen a photo of them before so had no idea what they looked like in person.
Flags, fear and the question of identity
I walked to a birthday dinner through the streets of London on Saturday 13 September, and remembered that I am …