IT must be the worst job in the world – Donald Trump's spin doctor.

But who would want to pick up this poison chalice?

The political spin doctor is a relatively new creation.

Winston Churchill, JFK and Barack Obama didn't need one.

They wouldn't let anyone put words in their mouths.

And, going back a bit further, Abraham Lincoln wrote the inspirational Gettysburg Address without the aid of Google or Wikipedia.

Alas, deluded Donald calls the media 'the enemy', pointing out alternative facts about such scoops as non-existent terrorism in Sweden.

The President is like a spoilt kid using the family phone for prank calls – he is in need of parental guidance when it comes to consistent tweeting.

He desperately needs a respected communication right hand man.

But he is finding it difficult finding one.

High-profile, expensive spin doctors in this country seemed to have been made redundant after the reigns of Alastair Campbell and Andy Coulson for Blair and Cameron, respectively.

Jeremy Corbyn clearly doesn't want one.

Theresa May, it appears, speaks her own mind.

During the European referendum the 'for and against' camps ended up in bitter slanging matches with the poor public none the wiser.

Councils like Wirral and Liverpool still have spin and no doubt will need someone to somehow soften the blow of the forthcoming cuts affecting us all.

Ukip leader Paul Nuttall has seen how sometimes a spin doctor can be more of a hindrance than an asset.

In an age of 24/7 social media you can't take your foot off the ball.

According to the Oxford Dictionary a spin doctor is 'a spokesperson employed to give a favourable interpretation of events to the media, especially on behalf of a political party'.

Well we, the public, want the truth not spin – especially as we prepare to vote for a Metro Mayor.

Across the turbulent Atlantic, Donald continues to be Rambo of the White House.

The world can only pray that he bows down to advice and guidance when it comes to conveying his America dream When, in his first weeks of office a President says the "nuclear holocaust will be like no other" you realise you are going to need a lot of spin to calm down the world's seven billion population.


AS WE await Britain's Got Talent on our TV screens we can honestly say Wirral's got talent ... in droves.

I have just seen some real stars. The Anamal Dance Company will, I predict, be even bigger.

This exciting award-winning troupe from Hoylake have wowed audiences in the musical SuperBooty making its premiere last week at the Epstein Theatre.

It is a Wirral Invasion.

Written by New Brighton-based Michael Chapman, this engaging and promising story is about a clumsy caped crusader with her heart in the right place.

Taking centre stage was Anamal's Wirral lad made good – Harry Barnes as Frankie Funkenstein.

He already has plenty of TV credits under his belt. Now he will be a monster success with alter ego Harry Popper.

Choreographer Anna Malone brings out the Anamal passion in her vibrant local company.

Let's hope SuperBooty returns to showcase their collective talents – the show certainly has legs.


ONE of our Wirral Arts Ambassadors is going international.

The SingMe Merseyside choir have been booked to appear in festive France later this year.

Main man Billy Hui tells me this remarkable company, who performed 118 times last year, have raised more than £200,000 for their chosen charities.

Bill told the Inferno they are very proud of their Globe award and readers will be able to see why they deserved it at the forthcoming New Brighton and Egremont Festivals.

"We have been invited to play the Christmas markets in Toulouse," says a thrilled Billy.

Who knows ... they could soon become SingMe Worldwide!


EVERYONE loved the film Bugsy Malone and since it first arrived on screen 40 years ago it has been a mainstay of musical theatre.

The Williamson Art Gallery are celebrating the making of Alan Parker's classic with a brilliant photographic touring exhibition from BAFTA.

For film buffs it is a must. I was 18 when I first saw it.

I grew up with it and still have the soundtrack. Seeing this exhibition made me feel like a youngster again.

I met Mr Parker many years ago he had real affection for the work.

He told me he really got "stuck in" flinging flans at a 13-year-old Jodie Foster for the end sequence featuring a custard pie shoot out.

And the good news for all gangster fans is the exhibition has been extended until March 25.

Catch Bugsy and friends while you can.

It’s the next best thing to a sequel.


AND finally ...

BBC Radio Merseyside broadcaster and compere for many a Globe event, Roger Lyon, says he is convinced he has seen a ghost.

It is on a photograph taken during a launch party for a Charlie Landsborough CD in Ma Boyle's pub in Liverpool.

The then landlady saw the pic and was convinced the mystery face was her late father who drank there.

Now I have seen the very picture, but not wishing to be a party-pooper, I did point out that most bars have spirits.

Peter Grant