There’s no rest, they say, for the wicked. Nobody, however, ever deigns to inform us what amount of downtime will be allocated to the incompetent. If the presence of Rachel Reeves in Wales this afternoon is anything to go by, they don’t get a great deal of rest either. In the midst of the summer holidays, our Playmobil-haired Chancellor had donned her hardhat and inflicted herself on Wales. As she stomped around Port Talbot it was hard to know where the plastic ended and the human began.

Nothing Reeves says bears even the tiniest semblance to reality

On the back of an interest rate cut, the Chancellor was proudly trumpeting – or perhaps that should be tromboning as she has a developed a sort of nasally baritone, like an animate common cold – Labour’s economic competence.

She lauded ‘the

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