I don’t really want to comment too much on the political situation this evening, simply for fear of whipping myself into a hate-laced meringue of bile and dribble; yet I must say that our new Prime Minister already has my absolute ire. You wouldn’t have thought it possible, but if anything Liz Truss seems to be even more of a charlatan than her predecessor, a man who this morning tried to claim credit for a vaccine rollout delivered by a health service that his party is manifestly opposed to, and for a brexit which has resulted in one of the biggest catastrophes in this country’s history. Now, however, we have to put up with the even more perverse charade of watching this Lib-Dem turned Thatcherite, Remainer turned hardline Brexiteer try to cast herself as the new Iron Lady. If Truss really backs low tax, free market capitalism as fervently as she claims, I’d now be very worried indeed about the future of public institutions like the NHS. Fortunately, she’s so obviously such a lightweight, and the situation the country is in is so unremittingly dire, that I give her a year in office at most.