is like saying that Dylan Thomas quite liked a drink. Swift is my religion. Throughout my life, when things have been going badly, I’ve always viewed Taylor as an older sister, someone I can turn to for advice and guidance, who’ll know what I should do. No matter what it is that you’re going through, Taylor will have written a song about it. She’s always there, waiting to gently take your hand and pour you a glass of emotional support wine.
Like Taylor, Rishi has had to learn the art of the comeback. In Swift’s case it was being publicly humiliated by the Kardashian-Wests, only to rise triumphant from the ashes of her career. In Sunak’s it was losing in the Conservative leadership elections, only to have do a 360 a handful of weeks later when Liz Truss stood down as PM after a career length shorter than the expiration date on chorizo.
A lesson that Sunak could really stand to learn from Tay is her ability to make her fans happy. A pathological people pleaser she’s obsessed with making people happy. Arguably something Rishi might want to reflect on, as he continues to act like a disappointed parent whose child wants to learn tap dance instead of attending Kumon.