Yesterday I happened to suggest
that it was no coincidence that President Putin of Russia had turned up only days
after my original President Putin picture had been shown in my diary in
cyberspace. And many of you have said things like Run for the hills or Hide
in the Patagonian Embassy for a few weeks till it is safe or Rob Who? never heard of him, he is no friend
of ours. Now I know he has to pop over to Ireland to join fellow world
leaders for the G8 summit to discuss important issues, which as it happens the
leaders all have different views about. So some sort of botched statement will
be put together to make it all sound like it was a useful meeting and worth
every penny of the X million pounds it cost.
I think it all goes wrong
because they call it a summit when it is plainly held in a posh hotel on the
flat with no mountains anywhere near. Lets face it food is always much better
on the flat rather than the top of a mountain where it tends to be bully beef, Kendal
Mint Cake, and hot Bovril, not the food of world leaders, OK President Putin is
the only one who might be up for it, climbing fearless up into the unknown
chewing his bully beef and laughing in the face of Grizzly Bears.
OK yes where
was I (again), President Putin and my picture, now what I would like to know
and it is important; exactly where has he got to today because he seems to have
vanished. There is talk in the local village of a huge bullet proof car sitting
in a lay-by with a group of suspicious men in wearing dark designer sunglasses
and drinking Vodka and feeding Caviar to the ducks in the duck pond.
I did notice in
the news while I scanned for news for you know who that President Obama of the
USA and Prime Minister Cameron of Britain have announced a multi-billion pound
trade deal to sell each other loads of stuff. So America will make loads of
stuff and sell it to us and we will make loads of stuff and sell it to them and
everyone will be happy. Sorry call me stupid but most countries I thought were
in debt and all the folk in the countries feeling the cold mountain winds and
the smell of Bovril mixed with the far away singing of a Russian fighting
Grizzly bears. . . . . . . Who has all
this money to buy all this stuff that we don’t need. Ooooooooo sorry I have gat
all political again that’s not good for a witty block buster movie about an
eccentric and sadly I now have no time to tell you what I did today as I need
to go and make a cardboard Dragonfly, (part of a trade deal worth absolutely
nothing).