Former PM turned writer Liz Truss can thumb her nose at her critics, now that her memoir is already being reprinted. “It sold out the day before it was published,” she tells me. Truss gave a hint at her good news at the book’s launch at the offices of The Spectator. “Ten Years To Save The West has overtaken an air fryer cookbook on the Amazon league tables,” Truss trilled. The only way is up, Liz!
Sun’s out, scum’s out. Or to put another way; watch out or We’re All Going On A Scammers’ Holiday.
That definitively onomatopoeic word has been bounding about this week: smacking. The very sound of the word delivering pain. I hear the word smack and feel the need to duck. This time it’s doctors – the Royal College of Paediatrics and Child Health – issuing a report to say that smacking can be damaging to children’s behaviour, health and wellbeing.