What goes around, comes around. Last September it had been Liz Truss’s turn to do the annual local radio round before the Tory party conference. Like most things Truss comes into contact with, it had quickly descended into a chaotic disaster. One for the ages. It turned out no one had warned Liz that local radio presenters might actually ask her questions. Tricky ones at that. Maybe she had thought she was there to read out the traffic reports. Or the weather. Talking to people was just one of the things at which Truss was extraordinarily crap.
It’s not Rishi Sunak’s strong point either. He lives in his own bubble where other people only exist to be informed and entertained by his own brilliance. His is a gilded, entitled world where he can do no wrong. Any decision he makes is de facto right by virtue of the fact he made it. Any challenge is unwelcome and rebuffed with thin-skinned tetchiness. The idea that other people might have something of value to contribute is a category error. Without Rish! their existence is near meaningless. So fair to say that Sunak’s hour with local radio was one he will also be doing his best to forget.
