Letter from England.

The American Presidential Election shenanigans continue to enthral and amuse with their high drama and even higher jinks. Trump looks ever more like one of those clowns who jump out from behind trees and terrorise children, while Hillary is no doubt becoming proficient at using the lever that inclines the chair that tips the expendables into the piranha pool. According to the BBC political commentator, the score in last night’s debate was:

Hillary: 0

Donald: 0

America: Minus plenty

We’re all on the edge of our seats over here waiting to see which of the two statespersons America is going to lumber itself with in November. Of course, if Americans were really, really sensible, they’d all band together and refuse to vote en masse. That way the score would read:

Hillary: 0

Donald: 0

America: Phew!

Meanwhile, our very own Chief Clown, Nigel Farage (he’s about half a pace ahead of Boris Johnson in the big feet department), has defended Donald’s claims regarding his disrespect for ladies’ keel tackle as being no more than ‘just what people say.’ Well, it might be just what the Farages and Trumps say, and it might be typical of the pronouncements of gauche 15-year-old boys with acne, but it isn’t what I say, so please be a little less free with the generalisations. (I’m so glad I’m not from this planet.)

And back at the ranch, I saw the delightful Doctor H again today. She’s referred me for minor surgery. Oh, yippee…