He later told The JT:" In getting tough with the Civil Service I'm drawing on my past vast experience of actually managing complex, massive budgets- as press officer for the Cairngorm National Park."
As the editor of the JT looked out of the window and thought about something else, Danny insisted:" At the Park Authority I was responsible for communicating the Park's PR message in a 24-hour a week operation. It was a fast moving constantly changing environment what with rain turning to sleet in the morning and sleet turning back to rain in the afternoon."
While critics might question Danny's skill-base in terms of fiscal management, the carrot topped one, endowed with massive dollops self-belief, insisted that his time working as a PR flak for a tiny little operation in the middle of fuckwhere provided him with a unique mandate in issuing ministerial fiats to the Civil Service.
He tiresomely insisted in telling The JT: " I had to make some hard budgeting decisions at the Park Authority and I wasn't afraid to make the hard decisions. I well remember telling Morag, who ran the office, that we'd have to switch from full fat to semi-skimmed because it was cheaper. At the time she feigned indifference, as if my hard business approach didn't bother her. But I could tell, she knew she was dealing with a man who wouldn't take "yeh, whatever" for an answer. Although I did."
It is thought that Danny can't believe his luck, in, through an accident of history, being placed in a position of authority where people have got to pretend that what he says has any meaning or significance.
|Danny, earlier today, gauging the size of his own dickocity.|