Well, we’ve had our long-awaited trip to St Andrews, and very fabulous it was too. Going back was like meeting a friend who has aged particularly well. Stunningly well. In fact, St Andrews has had the equivalent of a complete facelift, with liposuction and new boobs thrown in. It’s like Richmond, or Dulwich, or Blackheath – dinky, full of charm, with cheese shops selling intriguing chevres at £20 for 100g and all the essentials, like Phase Eight. My daughters are…