Usman Khawaja wonders whether we’ve ever met. “No?” he says as he shakes my hand. “That’s probably a good thing, I used to hate journalists.”
Khawaja laughs, smiles, settles into his chair and makes me promise not to stitch him up in the headline. “The thing is …” I say. “I know, I know,” he replies, then adds, in an imitation whine: “‘I don’t write the headlines.’”
