Nevertheless, Mr Farage agreed to be filmed (I think Kirsten made him), and we were off. The first few spells were tricky. Mr Farage hates to be pinned down. His staff despair because he likes to do things on a whim, which makes filming, and most other things, tough to organise. Nor, at first, did he like being filmed. There were lots of hollow groans and eye-rolling. But there was something strangely endearing about his belligerence. He knew I had it in my power to make him look like an ass, but he wasn’t going to smarm up to me.