WE’LL get to Rishi Sunak in a moneyed moment. First a parting observation on the one who went before the one who just went.

As the serial liar was dashing back from another summer holiday, blustering about driving the car he’d crashed only weeks earlier, a thought occurred.

Whenever Boris Johnson cocks something up, however often he ruins everything with his chaos and slapdashery, his backing singers will sing a chorus about how brilliant he is/was/ever always will be.

The usual suspect newspapers raise a hymn to whatever worm of duplicity just wriggled out of his mouth – and, well, yes, we know all that.

But the thought was this: just imagine if we all had such a chorus behind us. How propelled to glory we would be, every mistake shone to brilliance.

I shall try this on myself (facts to hand, no need for research).

In the past few years, I have been overwhelmed by all those people telling me that I am a leading light of my journalistic generation, a startlingly good columnist, interviewer, editor, blogger, novelist – ah, yes, don’t forget those books. This is a very good chance that I will win the Booker prize one day. Anything I turn my chewed biro to sparkles with wit and insight.

Sadly, during that last paragraph I have come to the conclusion this is all bollocks (any resemblance here to Johnson’s Trumpian withdrawal statement is coincidental).

We all have egos but when we drop all the balls, no-one is there to say what a great juggler we are as we stoop to retrieve what is rolling away.

A quick word about Liz Truss. Her resignation speech was a graceless laugh, wasn’t it? Turns out she was right about everything and everyone else was wrong. No mention of crashing the economy in the time most new prime ministers are still working out how to turn on their computer.

On to the latest Tory prime minister to be foisted upon us without so much as a flick of a stubby pencil.

If you ask me, and assorted grumble-heads on Twitter, Rishy Sunak is just too rich to be prime minister – twice as wealthy as the new King, apparently. How does someone get that rich, that quick? Asking for a man who never knew.

According to the Times, Sunak was part of a small team of hedge fund bosses “who shared nearly £100m after an audacious stock market bet that lit the touchpaper on the 2008 financial crisis”.

Here, by way of Paul Waugh on the Independent, is a telling detail of Sunak’s personal finance. Having been expensively educated himself at Winchester College, the latest PM has declined to use the state system for his own children…

“One daughter now attends a £40,000 a year boarding school, the other a £23,000 a year prep school,” writes Waugh. “Contrast those sums with the median average income of British workers: £38,000. Cutting education budgets further in those circumstances may be difficult indeed.”

That’s £63,000 a year on school fees alone. How does a man so wealthy have a clue about ordinary life, or teacher shortages, or ambulance queues or foodbanks? What does he know about the state education system he now says he wants to change (another change, there’s always another change).

As for his hasty reshuffle, that was all so much political soap opera – until you recall we are on to our third Tory prime minister in as many months, and all the pieces keep being moved around, and no minister stays anywhere long enough to understand anything. That’s if they understood anything to start with.

Yet even some of his natural backers are puzzled by Sunak’s outrageous decision to bring back Suella Braverman as home secretary ­ – one week after she was sacked from the same job for breaching the ministerial code.

He says she brings experience, apparently – and yet she did the job for six weeks!

And if you think she brings only right-wing nastiness and an appetite for cheap culture wars skirmishes, you are clearly part of the ‘wokerati’ she believes is intent on bringing the country down.