It’s Friday! By the time you read this I will hopefully be on a beach in a pair of pequeño pantelones, soaking up the sun and eating crisps. Fingers crossed I won’t get dive-bombed by Spanish seagulls, but if I do, I’m hoping they’ll be the sophisticated European types who prefer boquerones and jazz. In Britain, seagulls are the Reform voters of the sky. The other day I saw one trying to open a packet of crackers by banging it relentlessly onto the roof of a car.