Truss had only one thing to throw into the ring once she found the door – and it was still The Convict
I eventually found confirmation of my accreditation for Liz Truss in the spam folder. Perhaps my email was trying to tell me something. Meanwhile, it was again standing room only for the last of the Tory leadership campaign launches, and the mood was flat. There was no buzz, no momentum.
There was just a feeling of going through the motions. That Liz Truss was less a person, more an idea whose time had been and gone, if indeed it had ever existed. That she had already been promoted well beyond her talents as foreign secretary. And being prime minister was a fantasy. An aberration. A category error.