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Hi, Alice. Hey, Matt, okay, should we just jump straight in because I'm on a tiny bit of a time crunch?

Yeah, good. I'm already. You don't have a script. Don't worry about that, mate. It's all up here.

Right, okay. Take it away. Okay, episode two, Liz Truss. It's 1749.

I'll just stop you there. It's not, is it? No, you're right. 20, something, details. Here we go.

As the Galleon approaches the Horn of Africa. Are you on the right story?

Yeah, I mean, these things aren't the most important bits, so I'm just trying to paint the picture.

Yeah, I don't know what picture. Um, carry on.

As a young boy, Liz Truss really has to put my foot down because I don't feel like you've done

any prep. Yeah, I think what's it they say failed to prepare when you prepared to fail?

So what does that mean? I think I failed.

14th of October, 2022, Washington, D.C.

quasi-quarting flicks through his notes, trying to block out the hum of his aids around him.

He pinches the bridge of his nose, squeezing his eyes shut.

The last couple of days have been the worst of his life.

He's in Washington to meet with the International Monetary Fund to discuss the impact of

the pandemic on the markets. Hawke or otherwise. But so far, all the IMF has done is tear into

his money budget, criticise him for crashing the pound. Even Joe Biden has expressed concerns

over his lack of sound policy, but he's confident in his vision and he refuses to become an

international laughing stock. He's hoping that his speech today will reassure the IMF

and put their anxieties to bed, once and for all. He can feel his aid hovering nearby.

quasi replies without looking up. This better be important. We've just got word from number 10.

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