Two hundred years ago began the war that led to British troops torching the building, but there was no mention of the bicentenary this week when David Cameron did his bit to reignite the White House with lurve.
Not since Tom Hanks nursed his dying partner in Philadelphia has there been half as moving a dramatised tale of male-on-male tendresse. But much as we romantics wished to hear David Cameron’s verbal exchanges of billet doux with Barack Obama as a spontaneous combustion of besottedness, that moment quickly passed.
