This is Ides of March Week. A series of events has occurred these past seven days that will have outcomes unforeseeable.

Three eggs-on-face: North Korea, Yoo Ess Ay trade deficit and record illegal borders crossings. Not much real estate left on I-Wanna-Trump's face for more egg.

It will be a pleasant train ride from Hanoi back to Pyongyang for Emperor Kim Jong Un. He got what he wanted from the summit. Stamps in his passport.

Bill Shorten is arguably the most ambitious wannabe leader since Julius Caesar when crossing the Rubicon. But Shorten knows how to fight elections. If the polls remain close he will cancel Labor's shabby plan to abolish cash refunds of excess franking credits.

It is dismaying to know that the next US presidential election will be held as soon as next year. Call for either the Valium or the 2007 Perrier-Jouët Belle Époque. Or both.

A scaffold erected in Collins Street. And bankers brought, two-by-two, to met Hangman Hayne's noose. With a hooded Rowena Orr QC close at hand, with an alternative of axe-and-block at the ready. Following the efficacious use of which the bankers' heads then impaled with due ceremony upon spikes at the city gates.