The Tory party conference was exhausting to watch, even with one eye closed. Liz Truss doesn’t want to be prime minister so much as our new Boudica. As if to prove the point, her hair is now transformed, via a bucket load of Maggie T-style hairspray, into a helmet. She wants revolution not evolution and the result is non-stop revolt, U-turns, warnings and sniping.
Stop the madness: there’s too much drama, too much trauma. Indeed, it feels as if there has been too much news since the day we woke up and discovered we had voted for Brexit. Our world has become like some sort of hysterical Twitter feed. It’s as if every political event has been calibrated so that James Graham can eventually turn