she treats every interview like she's Paxo grilling a corrupt politician. She could be interviewing a dinner lady about a bake sale and her opening gambit will be: 'So. This bake sale. I mean, what's it all about? It's just a load of nonsense isn't it?'
But that's why I love her. Granted, it wouldn't be the same if I had to work with her.
I like it when she's working with another reporter because she acts like Martha Gellhorn. The looks on their faces.
She dropped her phone in that Malaysian scrum and was broadcasting to the nation while shrieking at her minion to find it. There was such a stampede anyone who'd bent down to pick up Kay's phone would have been trampled to death.
Burley would have probably grumbled that the screen was cracked and smeared with blood.
Sky has a really good reporter called Mark Stone who's now based in the Far East and while they were doing two-handers on screen he was clearly thinking: 'You thick cow, fuck off out of my patch and stop ruining things.'
I felt sorry for their royal correspondent on the Prince George birth vigil because it's humiliating enough being the toady who has to humour camping loons in Union Jack outfits without being patronised by someone like Burley.
I also liked to watch her gruesome flirting with the sports reporter Jon Desborough. I haven't seen him for ages. Perhaps he's faked his own death.