Watching Liz Truss over the last 24 hours, and the 24 days since her election, has been a curious experience. To most people she is the woman blowing up the economy. To me, she’s my university nemesis.
Almost three decades ago, we were vocal opponents at Oxford University Student Union.
In the autumn of 1993, I was a 22-year-old, highly idealistic sabbatical officer at Oxford University, the kind 18-year-old Mary Elizabeth Truss most despised. Perhaps because we reminded her of her lefty dad.
