COLUMNISTS Naomi Klein and I have only just met and already she is guilt-ridden. Her publisher told her that I grumbled about her choice of restaurant - the achingly healthy Neal’s Yard Salad Bar in Covent Garden. She’d thought, she tells me, that the FT might send its chief economics commentator Martin Wolf to interview her, and as he’s been critical of her work in the past she wanted the visceral pleasure of watching him drink a green organic smoothie. As she’s got me instead, she feels terrible.
We meet in the cobbled Neal’s Yard courtyard. It is a lukewarm September afternoon, and we both fancy lunch outside. The author of anti-globalisation activist manifesto No Logo blends in anonymously - her dress sense is casual-prim, jeans with a neat black blouse and black shoes, teamed with an unshowy blue necklace.
