Every year at Money Marketing, there is some PR that decides to call up with an inane request just as the Chancellor is revealing to the nation the contents of his Red Box. This year the culprit was not, however, the lovely bearded one from Penrose, as ’twas last year (sorry, Ben).
No, this year’s villain was the High Countess of York, none other than the mother of the Duchess of York, aka Nicola, the newsdesk’s valued life and protection reporter. Shame, shame Mrs York, we know your name. We are sure you got a good ticking off.