As a fellow member of the middle-class unemployed I can also testify to the horrors radio agony aunt Anna Raeburn described so “movingly” yesterday in the Guardian. Very recently she found herself jobless, without even so much as a rich husband and a poorly-paid but glamorous career in the media to rub together, and thrown into a dependency on state agencies:

“It was hideous. Hideous. The whole thing. Horrible,” she recalls now. “Every time I went in, I had to go through this whole routine: ‘Who are you? What is your name? Are you married? Do you have a partner? What is your date of birth?'”

Luckily for Anna and me, this year, as part of an appeal organised by BBC Radio 3, a choir of orphaned West African amputee children will be doing a sponsored singing tour of Europe to raise money so that people like us need never suffer that kind of humiliation again.