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The Bambi Dress, Trump's Misfortune and Operation Arse

TODAY'S fashion pick is the Bambi mini dress by Rixo London. An unashamed nod to the 1980s with its puffed sleeves and sequin embellishment. And there's no better time than now to enjoy a bit of escapist vintage, even from a decade blighted by Thatcher.

But nothing a bit of glossing over swathes of history won't fix. Wasn't it great she was the first female Prime Minister? In the same way we'll say of Theresa May in a few decades time - if the world makes it - didn't she show a great strength for just hanging on?

Back to the dress, and This Reporter's only concern is over the name "Bambi". For starters, due to the devastating plot twist in the Disney portrayal, This Reporter has some concerns over the origin of the velvet. But what other message is the designer trying to convey? 

That the wearer will become splay-legged and unable to navigate this life's metaphorical ice rink or that she will merely have a penchant for befriending small rabbits named Thumper?  We'll take a straw poll after the news.

For now let's check in with how America's President Donald Trump is doing and it's fair to say the poor man has been distinctly rattled by the backlash to the exploits of his Supreme Court nominee Brett Kavanagh. Trump had assumed Kavanagh was just a frat boy doing what frat boys assume they are allowed to do, until Dr Blasey Ford drew his attention to the fact not all women like it.

Now Trump has come out saying it's a very scary time for young men in America "when you can be guilty of something that you may not be guilty of". Though is that a grammatical error This Reporter spots in Trump's usually flawless prose? "When you can be guilty of something that you may not be guilty of".  Surely any innocent person would have phrased it: "When you are accused of something you did not do"?

To make matters worse, the New York Times has been digging away into Trump's financial background and unearthed the shock horror revelation that Trump may not be the self-made man he claimed to be on the election podium. Indeed, according to numerous documents of a financial nature he is something of a fraud - may have actually committed fraud -  by taking ownership of his father's millions from toddler age to allow his dad to escape the tax collectors.

In fact, he may owe all his dollars, not to his top business acumen, but to this parental syphoning. This Reporter finds this almost as gleeful, but not quite, as the story the Scottish government has code-named its movement against Boris Johnson "Operation Arse".

To the results of our poll, and in a vote shocker, it appears the rabbit has got it. Goodness knows what would have happened if the skunk that identifies as a flower had been thrown into the mix.

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