Another opportunity to savour the latest incarnation of one of UK’s shortest-reigning prime ministers
Liz Truss is my guilty pleasure. A very expensive one at that. She added thousands to most people’s mortgages in the blink of an eye. But a pleasure nonetheless. Politicians like Liz don’t come round that often. Once in a generation. If that. So we ought to savour her when we can.
What Radon Liz – she’s a gas, but she’s inert – lacks in ability she more than compensates for in self-belief. Where she gets this confidence from, no one knows. It’s not even clear if she’s technically alive. Attach an EEG to either side of her head and you will only intermittently pick up a signal.
