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Brextra Time, Danny Dyer Does History and Hiking Boots

FROM Theresa May's call for "Brextra Time" and Danny Dyer's Elizabethan Ruff, to the boots to be seen walking in this season, welcome to This Reporter's daily news and style round-up.

"Brextra time" newspaper headlines declare. And you will see what they did there in a minute as This Reporter enlightens you on how Prime Minister Theresa May went "out out" last night (Wednesday) to one of the big events on any Brexit follower's calender, the October EU Summit. Where she addressed all 27 EU leaders on where Britain "was at" on Brexit, ahead of a slap-up dinner, to which Mrs May was not invited.

She was left instead to eat suet with the servants, before pleading for more time on Brexit, by extending the transition period once we exit, from two years to three. Inevitably giving Mrs May and her Cabinet an extra 12 months to faff around and decide on nothing, whilst racking up an even greater EU bill and neglecting more pressing matters such as the NHS - so say her critics.

Back at Brexit base camp, or the House of Commons if you will, and there has been disgruntlement that Mrs May is cunningly fiddling with the rules over the "meaningful vote" to be taken by Parliament on the final Brexit arrangement. Ensuring MPs will only be able to vote between two options "Crap" or "Crapper" or more formally - her deal or No Deal, with no amendments.

But as Noel Edmonds could have told them, it's always a straight up question. You either accept the offer in the box or you don't. There's no room for haggling. Brexit is not a Moroccan carpet.

"Show me the tape", Donald cries. "If it exists", he mumbles, as an aside. Sensing unease from the audience he ad libs, it "probably does". That's "Show me the tape", a one man show starring Donald Trump, not coming to a theatre near you, exploring the continuing denial of a man, that dissident journalist Jamal Khashoggi was killed on order of Saudi Arabia's royal family. Despite blow-by-blow evidence coming to light of how they did away with him.

This Reporter notes this is one classic example, away from stage and screen, of what becomes of a man who messes with the big boys and finds himself uncomfortably over a barrel.

Valuable life lesson of the day number two comes in the form of the careers advise - if you call a former Prime Minister a "prick" on morning TV, with a smile on you face and a smattering of jokes along the lines of being in Nice "with your trotters up" in your pocket, you will be first in line when the BBC bosses come around to deciding who can inject a "bit of fun" into their next history programme.

Because that is what has befallen EastEnders' actor Danny Dyer, who will front a new history series entitled "Danny Dyer's Right Royal Family". Exploring 800 years of history and seeing him living in the style of his forebears - because as "Who Do You Think You Are" revealed, Danny Dyer is related to William the Conqueror. Such history-related shenanigans will include eating sheep's tongue and donning an Elizabethan ruff.

Today's fashion pick is inspired by the hiking boot trend. And isn't it heartening when the fashion world serves us up a practical footwear option, even if a little heavy-handed on the clunkiness. Not confined to fell walkers and Duke of Edinburgh entrants, hiking boots are being sold as the perfect "foil" to ditsy print dresses, as well as being wind and waterproof.

And you don't have to darken the doors of your local Millets to get your feet into them. Designers have been churning them out for the autumn/winter 2018 season, including these suede ones from Tods. Rumour has it Mrs May has her eye on a pair for her next walking holiday, so don't delay, because, as we know, everything she touches turns to gold. And that really would be pushing the fashion envelope.

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