One of the absurdities of this year’s ‘silly season’ has been another of Britain’s periodic bouts of Chilcot-bashing. When there’s a period of slow news, it seems, journalists remember that Sir John Chilcot was tasked six years ago with inquiring into what we all call simply ‘Iraq’; and that his report is not published yet. There follows a chorus of disapproval, and demands that something be done.
