Have you seen the new Toblerone? Now, and it's down to Brexit, apparently, it resembles not so much the Alps as the South Downs. I imagine there'll soon be a thriving black market trade in the "classic" design ("Oi, mate, wanna old-style Toblerone? I'll need paying in euros, mind")
Poor old Hilary, huh? Who'd have thought one of the most unpopular women in America could ever lose an election? That one of the least inspiring orators with a husband whose past is every bit as shady as Donald's, who offered nothing more exciting for the future than more of the same old same old, could fail to inspire an American electorate already feeling abandoned by an elite who cares more for globalisation than the problems in Ohio or Michigan? Well, there you go.
I hesitate to come over all I told you so, but on Tuesday morning last I said to the guy in the corner shop I wouldn't be at all surprised to see Donald win, even that I was expecting it, what with the lurch to the right the entire world has been experiencing for at least the past year. Us lefties are rapidly becoming an endangered species; here, in the U.S., where I understand Donald is even thinking of bringing that formidable political analyst Sarah Palin into his administration, in France, where I'm told Marine LePen stands a very good chance of becoming their next president next year. I tell you people, we're screwed!
Or are we? I cannot bring myself to believe Donald will do all those terrible things he was elected on the strength of promising. He'll soon see how life works in the Washington machine, with his advisors whispering in his ear ("I'm sorry Mr President, you can't do that") and in the event very little changing at a fundamental level. I fucking hope so, anyway.
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