On a PR trip to Aberdeenshire, the Prime Minister proves once again he is the master of corporate gibberish in a prickly interview
At 7.15am, the rain lashing against the bedroom window, I switched on the radio. “What are you doing?” grumbled the dog.
“Sorry, boy. Got to listen to an interview with the PM.”
The news might be full of carbon doom – Greece is so hot it’s on fire – but Rishi was flying to Aberdeenshire to announce new oil and gas licenses. No wonder the BBC Scotland interviewer sounded angry; though not, it turned out, for entirely altruistic reasons.
“Your team have trailed this overnight as your big interview,” said Martin Geissler, “but they’ve also told us we’re strictly limited to five minutes.”