The truth is that Google is much better at defending its interests than those who are supposed to curb its excesses because it hires the best people, and rewards them to stay. Peter Barron, who was headhunted from his role as BBC Newsnight editor four years ago to join the Google press team, is perplexed by talk of privacy violations when I tackle him in a glass-sided meeting room at the company’s Central St Giles office next to Centre Point, over lunch from the canteen. (My roasted beetroot and barley salad with pesto was sensational.) The office is a riot of primary colours, separated by doors designed, for some reason, to look as though you are on a submarine. We eat in the ‘Carrot’ meeting room, so glass panels are decorated with images of the vegetable. Googlers are given a say in how offices should be decorated, and often the overall effect makes you feel you are back at school. Nothing is allowed to feel ‘officey’: sofas are flamboyant and strangely shaped; at the Google office in Victoria, a real Routemaster serves as a meeting room; on the roof of the Centre Point office there are allotment boxes, so that during downtime, Googlers can tend beans and organic herbs; celebrities are welcome to drop by, from the Queen, to Jamie Oliver, to the Scissor Sisters, who performed an impromptu song.