This is basically the story of a very weird and off-putting person who managed to become

Prime Minister for a few weeks due to a combination of the Dunning Kruger effect, dozens

of years of an unregulated press telling scary stories to whoever, and combined with a near fanatical

devotion to Tufton Street who was willing to do what nobody else would. She would finally govern

Britain as a Tory.

Early life.

Where did it all go so right?

They actually, I have identified the point exactly where it happened.

Oh, her joker moment.

Well, indeed. Sauvignon Blanc Joker.

Liz Truss at the breakfast table looking at an imported sausage. So, this is... She bought ecstasy from this guy named Paul Steins. Didn't realize there was something wrong with it.

Classic troublemaker, Paul Steins. So, this is an example of some bad writing.

In the first 11 years of his,

John Truss's daughter's life,

the family would migrate on the whim of his university fellowship

from Oxford to Warsaw,

Kidder Minster to Paisley,

before eventually settling in Leeds,

bar one year in Vancouver, Canada.

This is an Alan Partridge, like, intro, from Kidaminster to Paisley,

Flitwick, Tiptree, Tarrington, St Clement.

Just hit that word count, Harry.

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