Trumped

Remember the 60s? When we thought we could change the world with love and peace?

Fifty years on and now the instigators of change are fear and hatred.

Looking at my 11-week-old grandson this morning I realised that this is the world he will grow up in, and that he and others like him will have to be the change we've failed to be. But for now the responsibility is on us. If we can do it right, if we can put strong foundations in place, if we can encourage and teach and above all love these children, who knows what they will achieve? Maybe even a world where no-one has to ask, 'But who is my neighbour?'

Today's the day

Today the American people vote for their next President. The polls make it look like a close race although we all know how accurate polls are.

What amazes me is that Trump has got this far. He surely can't win? Points against him: he's an idiot; he's a republican; he's an idiot - oh, have I said that already?

You can tell my grasp of American politics is loose but you can't deny the brilliance of my argument. But what do I know? I thought nobody would be silly enough to vote for Farage, Boris and Leave.