I have written these lines in recognition of Mr Trump’s Summer visit to the UK. But what is there to recognise, in truth, behind the crass appearances presented on TV ? The squalling baby in nappies above the London skylines ? The humiliation of this small nation as it rolls out its expensive red carpets and ceremonials for this preening hoodlum with a serious personality disorder ? Or the fact that here is not a president or leader at all, but America’s Minotaur emerging from the cave of everyone’s worst dream ? The visit is just another installment in Theresa May’s dogged betrayal of the honour, standing and best interests of the nation she claims to govern.