Brow corrugated, biting down on his lower lip with the ferocity of a particularly brutal barracuda, Kwasi Kwarteng sat hunched on the government front bench. The Chancellor was about to begin Treasury Questions, his first appearance in the Commons since all hell broke loose over his mini-Budget. To say it had gone down badly around …
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