In fiction, when a billionaire supervillain mobilises himself and his nefarious army of dollars against British democracy, we send a secret agent to have a word or two. That arm of the state is apparently inoperative, and I don’t know who to blame for that, probably austerity.
Instead, our first line of defence against Elon Musk has turned out to be Nigel Farage. Who could possibly have foreseen that they’d fall out, and so soon? They’re both so reasonable and conciliatory.
