Nigel told me he’s the new Boris

Last week I arrived in London from the Cotswolds just in time to witness the collective meltdown from everyone around me as it was announced that Donald Trump was the President-elect. I was delighted. Who are we to complain? The American people knew exactly what they were doing. I had been booked on to ITV’s This Morning where we were to discuss Kamala Harris’s resignation speech, a story so feeble it wouldn’t last until the 6 p.m. news. The tone in the studio was ‘poor Kamala’. I was having none of it. She fully deserved to lose. She had no coherent policies on immigration or the economy and banged on endlessly about women’s reproductive rights as though that were all women cared about. At the same time the Democrats patronised women, telling them to vote for Kamala but not to tell their husbands. I’m amazed anyone thought she would actually win.

I wonder if the perma-tanned Emily Maitlis – who had to be told off for swearing during the C4 election coverage as it became clear Trump was the victor – has recovered from her own obvious state of distress. Maybe when Trump visits the UK she will have a chance to interview him and ask some deeply probing questions. St Tropez or Garnier?

Nigel Farage wrote a comment piece in the Telegraph in which he said that if a bridge is required between the Labour government and the US, given the many insulting comments made by various members of the cabinet about Trump, then he’s the man for the job. Although the piece was well argued, I’m not convinced that the leader of a fringe party who has committed himself to Clacton-on-Sea for the next five years is really the right man. As it happens, I met Farage that very evening at Georgia Toffolo’s birthday party.