<b><b>Our two-tusked friend thinks he may have slipped into the twilight zone, and also takes issue with some of the dreary language of our industry</b></b><br><b>I think I have slipped into a parallel universe. The one &amp;“for certain&amp;”, absolutely constant factor in my &amp;“old&amp;” world was an unwavering knowledge that, as far as the popular media was concerned, I have spent my entire career working for the bad guys. After all, everyone knows that I am a concreter-over of the countryside, a scruple-free exploiter of the environment and, above all, someone who has absolutely no regard at all for any of the things that normal, right-thinking people hold dear. </b><br> But now, in what is clearly a parallel universe, &amp;“The Sun says&amp;” we ought to build more new homes. The Times is also on the case. I have even witnessed a Panorama programme demonising nimbyism and calling for the construction of thousands of new houses on green fields in the south of England.<p></p><p> I am still not sure if I don&amp;’t prefer the real world. Where the worst fate that could befall me, of any newsworthy consequence to the popular press, would be if Freddie Starr ate my hamster. Unlikely of …