Ah, the Trump. I actually met him on a school trip to NYC some 17 years ago. One of the places we toured was some building (monstrosity) of his. We were standing in the lobby, when he came out and shook everyone's hand.

My friend turned to me and said "Who the hell was that?"
I shook my head.
"That's Donald Trump!" the tour guide said to us in indignation and horror.
We still didn't know who he was! (We were only 15 or 16 at the time.)

Years later, I wish I still didn't.
Hopefully, the Trumpster leaves Scotland alone and takes his scorched earth policies elsewhere!
Where I live, the beautiful countryside is being gobbled up at a frightening rate and in its place stands Edward Scissorhands-esque neighbourhoods.