I remember screaming at my computer screen when I first checked the headlines a week ago today. News of a Trump predidency was almost too hideous to comprehend. The world had finally gone utterly insane: the most powerful person in the world was a crackpot reality tv star. A week later, I feel little different, save that I have the embryonic hope that, when reality sinks in and Donald Trump realises he has now somehow become the head of a nation, he drops the act, starts to think and swerves to the left. We are already seeing him begin to temper his macho talk and rethink his stance on things like healthcare. It’s a small hope I know, but a week in, what else can we do?