14th October
So, Kamakwasi K has gone.
‘I’m not going anywhere, apart from flying back to London’, he said in a TV interview.
Shorty on arrival back in the city he was sacked.
Jeremy Hunt has, I think, accepted the role of Chancellor.
Well, there’s a poison chalice. Clearly a man who sees his career going nowhere and thinks this is the last throw of the dice. At least he will be able to go on the lecture tour with stories of the last days of the Tory government.
Truss is giving a press briefing or grieving around 2.30pm.
She really has fucked up, and that’s about the nicest way I can think of putting it.
Interesting sitting on the train to Edinburgh.
Ping, ping, ping up the carriage as news items appear on mobiles.
Ping, KK gone.
Ping, treasury Secretary gone.
Ping, Jeremy hunt new chancellor.
Ping, can you remember to pick up some milk on way home from the station, the dog has missed you.
So I go away for a week and that’s the best I get, the dog has missed you.
Okay, so it’s a better reception than Truss gets from most of her MPs.
I wonder if she has a pet (her husband maybe?) and what it is ?
So another u turn.
Lots of talk on TV around whether she can survive.
BBC did some interviews in Witney.
One shop owner said we should give Truss time to get things right, ‘she’s hardly been in power for any length of time and the queen’s death got in the way’.
Another husband and wife said ‘they’ should never have got rid of Johnston.
British politics seems like one huge sit com, and off course Nippie put her pounds worth in (a Scottish pound of course).
The dog did not seem that excited to see me.
Great to sit on a comfortable chair with a coffee.
And dog sits in front of me, lead in its mouth, staring at me.
If he thinks I’m taking him walkies, he’s got another thing coming.
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