Algorithmic silos run deep. At a family dinner in Cambridge, this evening, discovered my mother, possibly the kindest human I know, wished Trump had been or would be assassinated. My ethical concerns about that were received with seething disgust and I was told my outlandish views were the reason I've lost so many friends over the last few years.

Even from the UK, very much looking forward to the US elections being over, buying a cabin in the woods and spending as much time there as I can.