Editor’s letter
At the time of writing, the UK is about to celebrate its most archaic tradition. No, not dancing around the maypole or first-past-the-post elections – we’re talking about daylight saving time. Thanks to this absurd convention, we get to enjoy the twin joys of darker winter months and biennial jet lag as the clocks shift. Let’s hold off on modernising the monarchy for now: I’ll settle for a time zone that makes sense.