It was that debate with Michael Gove on the EU referendum, the one where he talked about his family’s fish merchant business in Aberdeen being destroyed by EU quotas, which made me blink twice. Was I seeing the enduring power of childhood pain, or a politician’s backstory, forgotten but repackaged for the EU referendum by a leading advocate of Brexit? There was something deeply troubling about it, like accidentally walking in on someone alternatively sobbing and scheming in the loo… (Read more on