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Liz Truss’s time is up

This story is a distraction from leakysue. Well it will keep it off the front pages anyhow.
 
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Probably more than you'd think, and the Mail piece does mention that some form of news blackout was imposed. It could even be leaked by someone close to Truss to discredit what might have been found on there.
Yes there were supposedly private messages between her & Kwarteng. (nudge nudge say no more)
 
How long can Simon Case (cabinet secretary) remain in post?

Him of the bring your own bottle invite to partygate & various other dodgy decisions.
 
The fucking Mail seem to have found more people happy to brief against Truss now, including stuff about how she became obsessed with weather forecasts because of the threat of radiation from possible Russian actions.
 
Yes there were supposedly private messages between her & Kwarteng. (nudge nudge say no more)
TBF, the rumours about Truss getting Kwarteng (& sundry others) to enter her back door, have been around since she became a minister. Obviously, for her power may have been a great aphrodisiac.
 

On tour with Team Truss: diva demands and a lot of selfies​

Sept 24 New York... Truss as Trade Sec

But Truss had bigger matters on her mind as she arrived in New York. Johnson was to meet President Trump the next afternoon. “I have to get into that bilat [bilateral meeting],” she told her private office and Spads. “Get me in the room for the Trump meeting.” But overtures to No 10 had fallen on deaf ears. With every possible lever pulled by Truss’s team, they were yet to get her in the room. Frantic phone calls to Lister, Cain and political secretary Ben Gascoigne all met a firm no. An aide recalls: “She was putting pressure on all of us to speak to everyone and sort it out, but by the night before, it was clear we were getting nowhere.” On the morning of Tuesday, September 24, Truss was due to speak at a business breakfast with Johnson. A change of tack was needed. “I need to speak to Boris first thing,” Truss told aides that evening. Wanting to look the part, she instructed a junior official from her private office to book her a blow-dry in her hotel room for 7am.
That same morning a political bomb detonated in Westminster. The government had been defeated in the Supreme Court, with an attempt to suspend parliament to avoid Brexit rows ruled illegal by the highest judges in the land. As Lady Hale read her withering verdict in London, Johnson’s entire government wobbled under mounting calls to resign. He was mobbed by the travelling press pack, holed up in his hotel suite, working out a response.
Down the corridor, Truss was having a crisis too: the hairdresser had failed to turn up. ....
Johnson’s business breakfast was a carnival of chaos. Appearing for the first time publicly since the Supreme Court news had dropped, Johnson was met by shouts from broadcasters, full of questions as the British team arrived to meet and greet some of the most powerful executives in New York. While some aides desperately tried to keep Truss away from the baying press pack, others tried to keep her on track with meeting people including billionaire BlackRock boss Larry Fink. “There were certain people she just had to meet that day, but she had absolutely no interest. There were serious big cheeses there but she only wanted to collar Boris.”

With Johnson ushered to waiting cameras to address the TV news back home, Truss missed her moment before his speech. And after he addressed the news from London during his remarks, he was mobbed by businesspeople wanting their 30 seconds with power. A witness recalls: “Liz was watching like a hawk for the entire half-hour he was talking. Eventually Boris’s security people got in there to ease him out because he was on a time constraint, so they began to pull him away towards a back entrance. And Liz just follows the entourage.” With Truss disappearing for ten minutes down a back staircase, her team were left bewildered as to where she had gone.

“Finally she emerged back in the room like the cat that got the cream,” an aide says. “She was grinning ear to ear when she told us, ‘We’re in. I’ve sorted it and none of you f***ers did anything!’ And she was absolutely correct. Liz knew she would get Boris to say yes if she could just get in front of him, and so she did and he folded after two minutes. It was genuinely impressive.” Where officials stood in her path, Truss the wrecking ball had struck again.


tbf: She was n't wrong about “You can’t have Lighthizer in there and not me,”, but that is an explanation of the mini budget in a nutshell
 
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