Failing to apologise for your interactions with a teenager and instead deploying mental illness as an explanation in the year 2026 would be more understandable if Huw Edwards had spent the last 18 months in solitary, or been cryogenically frozen, instead of passing the time as a free man in some nice Welsh village or other. Ironically, he seems not to have kept up with the news, in this case the development that this stuff doesn’t work like magic any more. Edwards first trotted this explanation out in the fag-end of the Peak Woke era, when casting various things as mental illness was still – just – an axiomatically unassailable form of victimhood. It’s why his defence was initially taken up with such mad enthusiasm by elements of the reflexively wrong Good Guys of the media when the Sun first started running stories about him secretly paying huge amounts of money to a teenager. First it was a private matter. Then it was a vile witch-hunt by the tabloids. Then it was a witch-hunt that had driven a vulnerable man into the protective care of medical professionals.