High life | 19 July 2018

New York

I am seriously thinking of moving back to London. The family insists on it. New York, they say, is much too far away and much too shabby. Basically, the Bagel’s attractions are the karate, the occasional judo session, and the weekly Brooklyn parties chez Michael Mailer. The women are better in London, but the real draw are the friends. I have many in London, very few in New York. The past fortnight in London was magical. Then the scene went sour, as parasites and social-justice warriors such as Bianca Jagger and Ed Miliband jumped in to hog the headlines, joining protesters in calling Trumpa racist, a sexist, an Islamophobic bigot and a hate-monger. La Jagger was described in the media as an actress. Funny that. I suppose they couldn’t describe her otherwise in case she sued. She’s as worthless as Miliband and has been hanging around as a political activist since the 1960s. Amazing what a brief marriage to a rock star can do for a nobody. And the press takes her seriously. What made me sad was to see London being taken over by shouters, haters and shrill left-wingers posing as lovers of the poor and discriminated against. These self-righteous tinpot dictators filled the streets and had their moment of glory while the media enjoyed filming and quoting them. What bullshit. Sadiq Khan is the worst mayor poor London has ever had, and to misquote my colleague Rod Liddle, I’d rather watch a colonoscopy performed on Diane Abbott than listen to the bigoted-against-white people Khan crap. London is becoming the murder capital of the civilised world, and this clown bangs on about Trump, whose country is enjoying low unemployment and a booming economy, and adopting a new approach towards Uncle Sam’s perennial users — Mexico, China, Europe and Canada. When a gent like Sir Christopher Meyer is badly injured in broad daylight in an incident involving two youths who are then released by the police, it’s time for a change.