EVERY journalist has done it. They know what they want to say but somehow, in the transition from brain to the printed page, the words no longer mean what they were meant to.

This knowledge tempered my mirth even as I laughed out loud at a story in The Daily Telegraph. The fact that I was also sitting alone in the departure lounge at Liverpool Airport also curbed my exuberance. No-one wants to sit next to a daft passenger on an aeroplane.

The story read: “An illegal immigrant was arrested after stepping off a Eurostar train carrying Theresa May, the Home Secretary.”

Not exactly a subtle way to sneak into the country unobserved, you might think. Stepping on to the platform at London with the Home Secretary in your arms.