Peter Rhodes on fake Trump, stroppy vicars and the unforgettable smell of a classic car

And that's the problem with deep fakery. Once a certain sort of image has been shown to be manufactured, the natural human reaction is to regard all such images as bogus. The more you see Trump cosying up to black, Asian and Hispanic voters, the more you react with scepticism - and possibly with some anger at being taken for a fool.

Roar wars. Aston Martin is delaying the launch of its first all-electric car because, as an executive puts it, owners still want “the sports car smell, feel and noise". My dad once owned an Aston Martin DB5 which I was occasionally allowed to drive. While the feel was pure power and the engine roar was head-turning, it was the Aston's smell that left the deepest impression. It had the whiff of Old Spice, leather and tobacco. Roars may come and roars may go but the smell of a fine old car is hard-wired into your memory for ever.

A former Archbishop of Canterbury, Rowan Williams, admits some clergy can be “a complete pain” when it comes to dealing with photographers. It's an old, old battle. The vicar views the ceremony as a sacred sacrament with God, not to be interrupted with “cheese!” Photographers see it as their big day, taking control of bride, grooms, guests and priest to create that perfect album.

As a hack who spent a career working with dozens of professional photographers, I found the best ones were the quiet, unpushy ones who agreed the ground rules with whoever was in charge and worked their quiet magic, often before anyone realised what was happening.

PS: I also learned from a very early age never to refer to these professionals as snappers, lensmen or togs. And they really hate being called “my photographer".