John Gibson: Imagine a world with no Donald Trump
It's my party and I'll vote how I want to.
I’m voting to remain in. What else did you expect of a veteran who’s done his bit for his country?
What put me off, just for a moment, was the news from my stateside correspondent that some nutter wanted to bump off Donald Trump. Thank God I live in Europe.
I note that the nutter was a Brit, by the way. I thought all the nutters were American. Truthfully, would you have wanted to assassinate Donald Trump?
It would be a much sadder place without him.
I had Cliff covered
Doubtless you’ll have noted, as I have, the palaver over Sir Cliff Richard.
I haven’t got down to the nitty gritty yet of Sir Cliff’s case but I can say that when he was at the peak of his career and never failing to include Edinburgh in his concert tours that I covered, without fail, all his concerts in the Capital.
Cliff – or as his accompanists, Hank Marvin and the Shadows had a habit of saying, “Cluff”.
It was a term of endearment as interpreted by the capacity crowd.
Unfailingly I never knew how to spell his name but now I know, having duly taken note thanks to the extensive coverage of Tim Peake’s return to the good Earth at the weekend. Talking about Pallab Ghosh, the Beeb’s space correspondent.
From now on, Pallab, I’ve got you in one every time. Anything to get away from the football and from what I’ve seen of it it’s been a drag to say the least, Germany and all.
I have a hunch that the Russians, beaten by Wales, are now in a salt mine in some godforsaken hole in Siberia.
Serves them right. What a let-down they were, they should be ashamed of their performance.