I don’t tend to go into personal stuff on social media, but it doesn’t half take the pressure off when you realise your parents are never going to respect you.

Tonight’s argument, apparently I’m the crazy one for thinking Trump isn’t going to stop at Venezuela. I’m never going to be right, even if I pulled records of my predicting this would happen a month ago, I’d still be wrong. And that’s ok. I’m fine with not needing to try anymore.