Emma Brockes

Steve Carell’s mouth outshines even Tina Fey in Netflix comedy while billionaire Barry Diller comes out

More by happenstance than planning, perhaps, the Met Gala, which took place in New York on Monday night, struck a note that seemed stridently to oppose Donald Trump. The theme of the evening, devised to advertise the Costume Institute’s new exhibition, Superfine: Tailoring Black Style, was Black dandyism – an apparently defiant push back against Trump’s executive order removing initiatives to promote, “so called ‘under-represented groups’”. Even if the theme had been planned before Trump’s re-election, it was surely great to see.

The Girls creator has moved from New York to London – and I did the reverse. Until one day I realised I didn’t want to die there

John Guare, the playwright, once told me that to live in the town where you grew up (in his case, New York) is to turn walking around your neighbourhood into reading your diary: “everything has a history”. I had been in the city for two and a half years at that point – it was 2010 – and I remember very clearly having two simultaneous and contradictory thoughts: I’m so sad I don’t have that, and I’m so happy I don’t have that. You move away from home because every street corner triggers associations and then you spend the next 20 years feeling bad about it.

Motormouth v Musk is a hard spectacle to resist and, in the end, it turns out the monsters are real

With all the other conflicts going on in the world right now, Elon Musk v Jeremy Clarkson is one we could probably safely afford to sit out. I am weak-willed, however, and click through to the story in the Times to test the principle of “my enemy’s enemy is my friend”. Musk is a real villain and Clarkson is just a motormouth, but I suspect the latter – for reasons of basic functionality and the sort of flippant humour with which Musk seems ill-equipped to cope – is capable of getting the better of the world’s richest man, should these latest remarks of Clarkson’s come to his attention.