Liz Truss at the Channel 4 leadership debate (Victoria Jones/PA)
(Picture: PA Wire)I met Liz Truss at university, and I mentioned it in a column, in which I said she owned an anorak and read a book. This column is a sequel to that column, in which I beg you: please don’t ask me about Liz Truss. I don’t know anything. I have no idea if she dated a man called Malcolm (not his real name).
Here is the nothing I know. She was there. She had A-levels and a face. She was called Liz Truss. She was a Liberal Democrat then and, because you can only be known for one thing at 19, that was all she was. I am sure I spoke to her, but I can’t remember anything she said back. I have tried, for money. I wish she had told me exactly what she thought of the Maastricht Treaty. She didn’t or, if she did, I didn’t listen. I was too drunk. If I really try, I can summon her flattened cadences, but that is probably from Newsnight. We did have lunch 10 years ago. She chided me for leaving too large a tip for the waitress. That’s my smoking gun, and it’s about me, not her.
