From the diary of Rishi Sunak, Britain’s only prime minister in 2023 thus far
I KNEW it had started and sneak in to see Akshata watch it. ‘They stitched you up! They got your A-level coursework!’ she calls out.
‘Oh Lord the stare,’ she continues, unaware I am in the room and temporarily struck dumb. ‘He looks like when a baby first learns to focus. Okay, this is going to cost you in polling.’
‘It was filmed last week,’ I say, conveying resolute assurance in my voice. ‘No no not that one,’ she continues. ‘This is the one they did in the media studies suite at your school when you were 16.’
‘No, this is the one,’ I say, firmly. ‘Nuh-uh,’ Akshata says. ‘This is old. It’s obvious because your speech is just totally generic and promising to fix things but there is nothing in detail.’
I don’t say anything, preferring to radiate gravitas and wisdom. Which definitely works, because Akshata turns to me, realises I’m serious, and then covers up her error with hysterical laughter for some minutes.
‘So what did you think?’ I ask, subtly signalling that we have had our fun and entered a more earnest discussion. ‘Tell me it wasn’t on TV,’ she says. ‘Tell me it’s just YouTube.’
‘It was broadcast on the BBC and ITV yesterday evening,’ I say, with a tremor of pride in my voice. ‘Just before The One Show.’
‘So people have seen it? Okay. First you come in smelling of NHS and cheap private jet, then this? Not a great start for you. How are you going to pull it back?’
‘This is how I’m pulling it back,’ I say. Her expression is not especially kind.