We’ll miss Trump when he’s gone

This weekend at the Edenbridge bonfire in Kent, near where I live, an effigy of Donald Trump will be burned. Last weekend, at Halloween, people up and down the land went out dressed up as him, or as a woman being groped by him. It is hard to imagine any American doing anything like this in homage to our own least popular political candidate in a generation, Jeremy Corbyn. And that’s caused me to wonder why, exactly — when we’re so turned off by our own politicians — we are so enthralled by the Donald across the pond.

Having watched him trash Hillary, followed him on Twitter and listened to him repeat the word ‘China’ endlessly on YouTube, I’ve decided that we mainly love Trump as a result of the presidential debates, the spectacle of which we just didn’t want to end. Bored by vapid, politically correct discourse over here, we are riveted by the Donald.