That’s it; Trump’s gone. Lost the election, now he’s faaaaarkin’ history.

Ok, he wasn’t actually part of the vote, in any ‘tick the Trump box’ kind’a way but yesterday’s ‘mid-terms’ in America have put the Democrats back in charge of the House of Representatives, which will make it difficult, verging on impossible, for Trump to get his key issues made into law. It also empowers the House to take actions and/or sanctions against any alleged dirty dealings by The Donald or any of his team. All the shit that’s never really gone away. Though most of the original Team Trump have indeed gone away.

And because this election was always going to be a ‘referendum on Trump’ he has indeed worked tirelessly in his campaigning. Generally ‘preaching to the converted’ because that’s what politicians like to do. They get a better reception when singing at the choir.

Mid-terms are always protests against incumbent presidents. This was never likely to be any different. But what is amazing is how fast they managed to count the votes.

California polls must have closed at 10 last night (guessing; ours finish then), which is 6am our time. Yet an hour and a half later I’m reading the results. Yet not long ago, when George W Bush and Al Gore were arguing over Florida in their presidential battle, it took 3 months for the recount. By which time George W had worked out where Washington was and everything. But now they’re digital. Which is brilliant. Unless the Russian hackers… Alexa…

I think the Republicans lost this election because of Donald’s new face colour. It’s changed. At the rallies he attended his face changed from its usual EasyJet-lite to a more Harry Belafonte burnt-orange. Maybe his make-up artist went back to Russia, was caught up in a sex scandal or found taking bribes. Who knows. The replacement is now working on the ‘presidential palette’. At this rate, should he reach the next presidential battle, he’ll be in full Al Jolson.

And while all this was going on, Spurs won a European Champions League match at home. In the 3 previous games we’ve been on top and managed to lose or draw just in time to be very depressing. Last night was different. As I was eating Japanese in Golders Green and refreshing my phone, we were 1-nil down to a goal scored by PSV Eindhoven in the 2nd minute. We were still 1-nil down as they cleared away the plates with those little bits of soy-sauce soaked rice that you can never manage to get with chop sticks, at 75 minutes. I needn’t have worried. Just as the chicken livers landed on the table Harry Kane scored. I almost kissed the ‘geisha’. Then realised she was Turkish in disguise. But a draw was never going to be enough! A draw and we’re out! So Harry’s second goal arrived with the blackened cod. Both the goal and the cod were a bit dodgy, but who gives a shit. We won. We’d eaten. We just need to beat both Barcelona and Milan and we’re home and dry.

I’m hungry for more.

Happy Wednesday

A xxxx