The boys were barely toddlers during the last US election, now they are asking questions about who the president is and what’s he’s like
The other night I watched The Trump Show – the new BBC series about, oh, go on, have a guess. I do recommend it as a kind of This Is Your Life experience, and by “Life” I mean “the past four years, which your poor brain, has desperately tried to forget in real time, like the broom dog in Alice’s Adventures In Wonderland, sweeping away the path as he goes”.
You’d think watching a documentary about Trump would pummel you into a state of catatonic depression but, actually, it’s like going through an old school yearbook, looking at photo after photo of people who held such an outsized position of importance in your mind at the time, but whom you’ve totally forgotten about since: “Oh yeah, Sean Spicer! Scaramucci! Reince Priebus! Whatever happened to those guys?” you shout from the sofa. Trump goes through men faster than Jessica Rabbit, and if I had to describe the experience of watching The Trump Show in one sentence, it would be, “Oh yeah, that guy!”
