I got home from doing my TV show on Tuesday night, poured a glass of wine and was decompressing in front of the TV when news suddenly broke of another mass shooting at a school in America. Nineteen children had been slaughtered at Robb Elementary School in Uvalde, Texas, by a deranged, hateful teenager armed with an AR-15-style semi-automatic rifle.
My heart sank. Not again?
The worst day of my 40-year journalism career was March 13, 1996, when a madman burst into a primary school in Dunblane, Scotland, and shot dead 16 children aged five and six. I’d become a father two years earlier, so it hit me unusually hard, and I wept in my office at the Daily Mirror as I watched footage of
