Debate Magazine
Dear Diary: Vlad Pootin was very upset by my description of him looking like a bored kid slouching at the back of the class. He called me this morning at an ungodly hour, probably breakfast time in Moscow, and spent 10 minutes ripping me a new one, as he chewed noisily on his black rye toast with borscht and caviar. or whatever he eats for breakfast, saying that he travels great distances to be photographed bare-chested, holding a massive, freshly-caught sturgeon and I had undone it all with one ill-considered comment. "You amateur," he said." I will wipe floor with you, Bamski." I wish he wouldn't call me 'Bamski'. But enough about me.
