It might seem odd, but in a way I have to commend Liz Truss’s speed and efficiency.
We’ve had three years of Boris Johnson drunken behind the wheel, careening about the road, mounting the kerb and central reservations in turn. A swig of the bottle, a laugh and a swerve; little dents and lost wing mirrors just part of the fun. “Sorreee… Shouldn’t have been cycling there you know!”
Liz Truss sat in, shouted about professional driving, put it in gear, and smashed straight into the wall.