FT excerpt
To understand Rachel Reeves, you need to see her when the world is not looking. It is August 1 2025 and Britain’s chancellor is clowning around with colleagues filming her at the remote St Fergus North Sea gas terminal in Scotland, high-fiving her young team as she attempts to master the obligatory politico “walk and talk” video without tripping over any industrial pipework. A few minutes later, inside the terminal, a very different side of Reeves emerges. At a genteel “meet and greet” over sandwiches and tea with local business leaders, the chancellor is robustly challenged — she believes rudely — over her punitive taxes on North Sea drilling. Suddenly the mood changes. “Talk to me with respect,” Reeves says, glaring at her interlocutor. Eyes shift nervously towards the floor. “I’m the chancellor of the exchequer.”
There are no cameras to record the extraordinary exchange. Is everything all right? Surprisingly, Reeves seems to have enjoyed the moment. “He wouldn’t have spoken like that to George Osborne or Gordon Brown,” says Britain’s first female holder of the 800-year-old office, referring to two of her predecessors. “He deserved it,” she guffaws, heading out to the waiting car. Reeves demands respect — and she believes that with her Budget, in spite of everything, she will earn it.
God, I despise this person…