Plus: Nigel Farage steps into my shoes; life after gangs; and the absurd Remainer response to the Government’s Brexit papers.
Plus: Pakistani-origin men, child abuse gangs – and why political correctness has won out within Labour over common sense and truth.
Plus: UKIP goes nuts. And: Chapman’s tweets might lead you to believe that he’s taken some sort of personality-changing drug.
Plus: I’m beating James O’Brien; Labour’s telling silence on Venezuela; and saying farewell to a friend.
Plus: As I bask by a sun-illuminated swimming pool on holiday in Spain, I reflect on how the Spanish respond if you try to fiddle your water supply…
And, separately, I interview a Prime Minister who doesn’t seem at all brow-beaten or lacking in authority, but instead appears to have recovered her MoJo.
Plus: The decline of books. Morgan sees off the cult of Mogg. Why I won’t fly RyanAir. And: As I reach a significant birthday, I mull writing my autobiography…
Guido Fawkes, Tom Newton-Dunn and the Evening Standard diary banded together to suggest that I was about to do a far, far better thing than I have ever done…
Plus: Why haven’t Kensington and Chelsea’s leaders resigned too? Labour double standards on the Prime Minister. And: how Jake Berry became a cockney.
Plus: An apology on behalf of the pundits, the press, the pollsters, the politicians and the parties for calling this election utterly, totally and completely wrong.
Oh, and Timothy and Hill should be moved on from being co-Chiefs of Staff – the former to head up policy, the latter press.
Plus: A diplomatic success for Trump. A Love Actually moment, please, from May. And: has anyone seen Diane Abbott?