The night an Aussie economics professor told Trump's bagman to grow the fuck up on live telly, and the rest of the planet quietly nodded along

Piers Morgan put three economists in a room. The Strait of Hormuz is shut, the petrol pumps are bleeding, the Iran war is metastasising into something the Pentagon doesn’t have a playbook for, and Piers wanted a debate.

What he got instead was a public dressing-down so brutal, so naked, so fucking surgical, that I had to rewind it twice just to make sure I’d actually heard it.