The highly regarded, prize winning writer, Andrew O’Hagan is only a few months older than me. He was born in the same Scottish city. We grew up less than 20 miles apart in very similar, apocalyptically de-industrializing communities. I imagine, too, that we lived in remarkably similar terraced houses. Slightly older, we studied at the same university. I’d like to think that, whilst O’Hagan is an urbane, undisputed...