Side-Stepping the Nightmare.

One of my YouTube recommendations tonight is a ten minute American news broadcast featuring Sarah Palin and Donald Trump. How the hell Google singled me out to be the recipient of such a piece of nightmarish theatre as that I can’t imagine. Maybe the boys and girls from Mountain View have a sense of humour. Who can tell?

'Hey, you guys. Let's give this bolshie Brit a piece of Sarah and Donald. That should make sure he gets no sleep tonight.'

'Yeahhhhhh!' 

Nevertheless, it does place me in a bit of a quandary. On the one hand, the likes of Silly Sarah and Dunderhead Donald drive me into a rage. On the other hand, they’re both so transparently cuckoo that they can actually be quite amusing. So what do I do?

I thought about it. As I do. I decided that being driven into a rage depresses my spirits rather more than being mildly amused lifts them, so the obvious option was to give it a miss. Not very adventurous of me, I know, but even rollercoaster riders have their limits.