Foolishly, I stayed up last night to watch the Trump/Clinton debate - if that word can be applied to the infantile slanging match I witnessed, my jaw dropping so low that I still haven't quite retrieved it.
when some of you were still in swaddling clothes (does swaddling still
exist?) I won a Guardian competition for political montages and got a
bottle of champagne (not Bollinger). Below is my original cartoon and
above it is a new version I've just done, simply changing the faces and
the context. I rest my case.