Black Watch: Today’s Top Stories

Now that David Radler is reviewing the essentials list for his upcoming trip to summer camp, and Toad has divested himself of his spleen, the prosecution is well into the wind down. With only an allegedly bent Manhattan real estate flip and Conrad sneaking stacks of cardboard boxes out the back of 10 Toronto Street left to shock and appall, you can almost feel the fourth estate settling onto the chaise long for a snooze in anticipation of the defence (should one even be offered) and verdict. The end, in other words, is in sight. Of course, there’s still the potential for happenings to incite a frenzy of Radlerian proportions. Will it be Trump’s comb up and over? Kissinger’s drone? Or Toad himself putting paid to the prattling pack of pusillanimous pundits? Sadly none of the above methinks. Rather, the final hours will be devoted to a strange contest pitting our gang for the government against Eds ’R’ Us as to who can look more affronted at the others’ affrontery. Gentlefolk start your indignation!