In Los Angeles this week, much of the talk was about the weather. Sunny California was copping a bomb cyclone of rain and snow, with the Sussexes’ home in Montecito in the path of the wild weather, though any witty meteorological metaphors fall flat in the face of such very real damage and suffering. One welcome side-effect of the storm was a westerly wind that blew my flight back to Washington ahead of schedule, so I was up bright and early to enjoy the appetising variety-pack that is American breakfast TV. Somewhere between news of a nurses’ strike and a six-year-old who shot his teacher, a public figure appeared, talking about his mental health issues, his work for charity and his family, who are also famous. He was there – as are many famous people who appear on daytime TV – to plug his book.
Hardly enough, you’d think, to make any breakfaster look up from their Cheerios, let alone stop scrolling their Instagram feed.
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