The new regime is a listening regime. Its mercies are bountiful. It wants its people to be blessed with happiness. Which is why its new leaders sent out Liz Truss to appear on the BBC late on Monday night. To reassure everyone that, despite her increasingly erratic behaviour, the figurehead prime minister was OK. That she still was just as incompetent as she had always been.
Librium Liz had staggered into the Downing Street room, her eyes struggling to adjust to the TV lights. She was being treated well, she began. Her voice was a dull, detached monotone. There was ample food, she got 45 minutes in the exercise yard and was allowed one telephone call per day to her family. Thérèse Coffey was keeping her supplied with a steady stream of prescription drugs. Nobody could possibly ask for more.
