God knows how Rishi Sunak feels on mornings when he’s not eaten for 16 hours and there’s still over half a 36-hour fast to go. Better than I did, presumably. But I’m not sure. It was probably around that time on a Monday – when, as I understand it, his body would have entered the longed-for fat-burning stage – that Sunak exhumed the disgraced David Cameron and called that abomination a triumph.
What day was it, I now wonder, that Sunak agreed to release a Home Alone-style Christmas video of him frolicking boyishly in Downing Street? Ah. It was “posted on social media at teatime on Monday”.
