“DO you like jam, Andrew?” As closing salvos in political interviews go, this was not Frost versus Nixon. But then Jeremy Corbyn is a polite man and polite men offer grumpy newspaper reporters jars of jam by way of apology for running 50 minutes late. It was an unconventional end to an unconventional interview. Packed into a windowless, stuffy room at Scottish Labour’s Glasgow HQ I felt like a candidate called in for deselection after failing my social justice exams. But Corbyn and his comrades could not have been more pleasant and, crucially, relaxed.
Having weathered the biggest of political storms last year, when Labour’s opponents had to jostle with the party’s supporters in the queue to have a pop at Corbyn, it is no surprise.
A better result than anyone predicted at the General Election means he is going nowhere. Expect to see more of him in Scotland.
And the jam? It was Arbroath’s finest, Mackays, not Corbyn’s homemade speciality. The Labour leader admitted he was given it that morning. It became his attempt to keep me sweet.