Everybody and their grandmother is already writing about Barack Obama’s first 100 days as president, so I thought I’d take a different tack: to compare his with mine (last, of course, not first) and see what happens.

Obviously we are not comparing apples with apples here. He wakes up every morning with the weight of the world on his shoulders and I merely have to decide between cereal and toast. Still, we both played golf on Saturday, which is a starting point in common.