A running length of 100 minutes for The Last Days of Liz Truss? amounts to about two minutes for each day its subject served as prime minister. By the same measure, a drama about Margaret Thatcher – Truss’s heroine, her portrait hanging from the set – would last almost a week. That would be a sum as untenable as those in the budget that led to a premiership of such brevity, whereas this monologue written by Greg Wilkinson enjoyably justifies its economics.
Truss’s time in the post in 2022 has already been detailed in four books including her own Ten Years to Save the West, Anthony Seldon’s Truss at No 10: How Not to Be Prime Minister, Tim Shipman’s Out and Kingmaker by Sir Graham Brady, who as chair of the 1922 committee, was the Tory executioner. Having read them all (a slightly alarming realisation), I can testify that Wilkinson has expertly filleted the history to comic (the politician’s passion for karaoke) and serious (her apocalyptic patriotism and economics) effect.
