Silly season’s revelations of apocalypse

If agreeing with Piers Morgan more often than not was the first, Kim Jong-un successfully testing an H-bomb was surely the second and Vladimir Putin becoming a calming influence was definitely the third. And Prince George wearing tracksuit trousers would be the fourth horseman of the apocalypse. Thank God that will never, ever happen.

It seems “silly season” – the title given to the slouch in news which accompanies the school holidays – now stretches beyond the boundaries of local newspapers and also applies to global thermonuclear stand-offs.

The computer running Mail Online couldn’t cope, it went into overdrive and chose You Won’t Believe What Simon Cowell’s Favourite Belt Buckle Looks Like as its top story. Disclaimer: parts of this column won’t be entirely accurate.

In all seriousness the most worrying story of the week, and possibly of human history, was Mr Kim’s antics in North Korea.

There’s no doubt Mr Kim isn’t to be trusted, his fondness for Swiss cheese shows that, but I don’t think I’m alone in wondering if perhaps the best way to deal with him is to leave him alone – more so because nothing else will work and because I think it’s entirely sensible.

Donald Trump’s preferred approach of poking him with a stick and calling him names certainly doesn’t seem to be helping. Maybe, scarily, Mr Trump should forget Mr Kim exists.

Unfortunately, I don’t think that’s going to happen. I fear we will get to the point when even the future king of England’s fondness for shorts won’t save us from impending doom.