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The Salmond leaped from his vessel and Roddy from pre-press gave him a firm handshake on his way in.

We had Salmond for lunch.

He got out of his simple executive car, rolled his paper up and stuck it in his jacket, strolled up the steps with no bodyguards or SAS (or anybody), shook hands, came in the building through the front door, shook some more hands, had some chat and walked towards me. I said, "Afternoon, Mr. Salmond". "How you doin' pal", he said back. - "How refreshing", I thought.


Quite different to earlier in the year's visit by the other one.