Oh yes. The scheme was initially dreamed up by Tony Blair, then passed surreptitiously to his Tory successors at a clandestine, sweaty meeting at the Pizza Express in Woking.
Incompetent and malevolent Post Office management were instructed by persons unknown to dry-bum and bankrupt upstanding employees, redact inspection records, commit perjury, falsify accounts, underpay Corporation Tax and run up liabilities to the Treasury amounting to hundreds of millions.
As an incentive they would enjoy swollen pay packets, knighthoods and lifetime invitations to Boris Johnson’s sex parties. If rumbled they could always turn Scouse and blame Sir Ed Davey, Hamas or VAR.
Meanwhile, unscrupulous claret-swilling lawyers would fill their boots while fat capitalist bastards from Fujitsu pressed the mute button.
Then, thanks to some short arsed ex-detectorist on ITV, a shit-storm would descend on toss-pot politicians of every hue in the lead-up to a general election.
Thus were created the ideal conditions to denationalise the Post Office.
It was a cunning stunt that played out brilliantly.