Lifts are interesting things. Love in an elevator, but then I see Trump and Farage in a golden lift and it takes on new meaning. There was Roald Dahl, the Great Glass Elevator that knew no boundaries and had no boundaries, it was made of glass, but got Charlie and co in to trouble. I remember the drawing in that book where the monsters were in lifts and with their bodies (you've got to read the book) marked out the words 'SCRAM. There was that film where the devil was inside the elevator and they were trapped. Evelator to hell, they seem to go up or down. You get stuck in them. They are claustrophobic. No one speaks. They can have sex (Fatal Attraction) or just flirt (New Years Eve), or get killed (Dressed to Kill), in one. Confined spaces make people horny or suicidal. Or in the case of Trump and Farage, you wish going down all the way. Just making sure they do not take the rest of us with them.