Hasn’t she suffered enough? “No” was the resounding answer last night when shortest-serving prime minister Liz Truss turned up early to the Spectator’s party sporting a bright red dress. She milled slightly with a glass of champagne, seeking a conversational opening, and latching onto the kindly Speaker of the House Lindsay Hoyle. Some members of the Institute of Economic Affairs, a Right-wing think-tank that backed her disaster mini-budget, kept her company.
And she spoke to her one-time biographer James Heale, despite once telling him she hadn’t read his book about her premiership because she doesn’t read fiction. But throughout she was surrounded by a gallery of smirks. What a contrast when Rishi Sunak arrived later to a crowd of beaming smiles. The Londoner looked back, trying to find Liz, trying perhaps to engineer some sort of reunion between the former rivals. Alas, she had disappeared into the night.
