When Donald Trump and his wife swept down the escalators of Trump Tower with an ambitious announcement, nobody took them seriously. He did not really want to run for the White House, Mr Trump announced with a theatric flourish of purported modesty, but the state of the country left him no option.
“Our country is in serious trouble. We don’t have victories anymore. We used to have victories, but we don’t have them,” he declared.
Eighteen months and a million light years later, that day at his eponymous skyscraper in New York, seems so strange; the boisterous, barnstorming host of The Apprentice, a multi-billionaire keen to show off his mansion’s gaudy, gold fittings, is America’s President-elect, carried to victory on a wave of impassioned, anti-establishment anger, the depth of which, his which his rival, Hillary Hillary, repeatedly underestimated.