The women won the European Championships and it was the best thing ever for women’s football. Not for football in general (read: men’s football), because in that respect it was fairly meaningless. It was a different game. But in politics, they all play the same game. And in keeping with the football-led theme of the year, there’s a gel in charge this time.

Liz Truss hasn’t gone to 10 Downing Street to do the ironing. She’s gone there to save the world. Well, to save my world: England. Scotland, Wales, Ireland? They’re on their own. Liz has come to save ME. I’d be happy if she just concentrated on London, really, but appreciate all that Boris-talk of ‘levelling up’ and ‘red walls’ and stuff must enter into her plans somewhere.

And I think I’m fairly alone, in my house at least, of feeling pretty good about Liz taking the helm. I like her. She’s no looker but you don’t enter politics because you’re gorgeous. You’d get a proper, important job, like being an influencer. But she has ideas. Big ideas. Which she’s going to need because other than during a war, there has never been a worst time to take charge of this country. Everything’s gone to shit, is going deeper that way, and toilet paper is fast becoming unaffordable.

But Liz is a woman. I’m allowed to making passing reference to that without offending too many. And thus she wants to spend her way out of the crisis. The political version of “I know we have no food in the house and you don’t get paid til next Tuesday but I just bought a handbag on eBay cos it was only 320 quid”.

And yet she really has no choice. We either look at ‘bail outs’ or we’ll be looking at total economic disaster for 90% of the population as the energy prices soar higher than any American rocket (much, much higher in that case) and inflation continues to cause constant increases in all other prices.

Yet she has a bottom up approach to restructuring. Cut taxes. A move the Kier Starmers of this world (and thank God there’s only one or we’d all be dying of boredom) simply love to hate. But it actually makes sense. Reduce taxes, increase the nation’s productivity (which is horrendously low, currently) and worry about the rest later. Because if the nation prospers, we all prosper.

But even that is relatively long term because gas prices go up next month and people need to feel secure right now. So tomorrow she’ll announce the help package. Rumoured to be in the region of 100 billion pounds. That’s a ‘1’ followed by 11 zeroes. And in maths, zeroes really don’t mean ‘nothing’. By this morning that figure had casually been raised to 150 billion. At which point even the most inured to these ridiculous figures has to have a ‘WTF???’ moment. I can remember when a 50-pound note made me feel rich. It still does, in fact.

So good luck Liz. I’m with you all the way. And starting with a Cabinet almost devoid of ‘rich old white men’, I’m feeling confident. But why break that with Jacob Rees-Mogg FFS?

The future starts… TODAY!!!! (Just like it always does, but bigger)

A xxxx