SHE’S barely been standing as the Democratic Presidential Candidate for five minutes. But, at a stroke, Hillary Clinton has made her election far, far more interesting than the one currently grinding on over here.

Big, strong, feisty, experienced, and, most of all, female; Hillary is my choice for President. She’d be my choice for Prime Minister, too, if we could have her and not just because I admire the cut of her jib.

If The Hillster gets in it will send a massive message around the world - that the most powerful person in the world is a woman.

That message will get through; to the caves and shacks of Afghanistan, where little girls who dare to go to school get acid thrown in their faces. It will get through to the dark African spaces where ignorant people still practise female genital mutilation.

It will get through to every country in the world – which is virtually all of them – that women are NOT second class citizens who can be beaten, raped and paid less money for doing work of equal value, but capable of achieving the highest office.

Imagine the disgusting sheiks and potentates of hardline Arabia having to acknowledge a woman as the leader of the free world, when their culture dictates that not only should she be not seen, she should not be heard, either.

Imagine the blokes who run countries like Russia having to sit there and deal with a woman on equal terms, all their macho posturing falling on deaf ears.

Yes, Hillary’s got her bad points - maybe old man Bill is one of them. But even that can turn to her advantage. Many a woman of her vintage has had to deal with a tricky, unfaithful husband and come out the other side, family and dignity intact. She’s had a baby, become a granny and that will give her a unique perspective on life denied to so many male leaders.

Certainly I can’t see her trolling round the nation in a pink bus, in the patronising manner of Harriet Harman. I can’t see her parading her other half around in desperation, like David Cameron, or ending up in embarrassing tarradiddles about how many kitchens she’s got and who might be able to use them.

Hillary Clinton is the real deal and I can only hope our American cousins are bright enough to seize the chance she offers them.

I don't want to see Sue Perkins on Top Gear

NO, I don’t want to see Bake Off’s Sue Perkins on Top Gear - it’s been claimed she might be a contender for the Clarkson vacancy. In fact, she annoys me so much, I don’t really want to see her anywhere.

But I’d still rather see and hear her than those vile mentalists who made threats to kill her on Twitter.

And, more than anything, I’d like to see Jeremy Clarkson come out and disown all those who Tweet this stuff believing they are supporters of his but are, really, little different to the kind of pond-life who support IS.

My opinion on Lord Janner just can't be published

SO, LORD Greville Janner is not to be prosecuted for alleged sex attacks on children because, apparently, it wouldn’t be in the public interest because he has dementia.

The libel laws prevent me from making any meaningful comment on this state of affairs. Which is quite handy, actually. Because my views on this decision, and Greville Janner himself, just can't be published on a family website.

Congratulations Mr and Mrs Murray

I’VE never warmed to Andy Murray who is the archetypal miserable Scot. But credit where credit’s due on THAT wedding.

Instead of choosing to coin even more millions by flogging it to a gossip rag, Andy wed his beautiful Kim in full public view at the local cathedral, sharing his big day with people who can remember the time when Dunblane was only in the news because of the gun massacre there.

Thanks to Andy they’ve all had something to celebrate – the nearest thing to a royal wedding most of them will ever see and a business boost for the area. I won’t say they’ll both be very happy because I KNOW they will be – I’ve never seen Andy smile like that before.

Good work, fella, and all joy to the new Mr and Mrs Murray.