Dear Diary: I had barely taken my first mouthful of Froot Loops this morning when my iPresidentophone burst into a rousing chorus of Hava Nagila. " Good Morning, Bibi," I said. For it was he. "Mister Netanyahu, to you, Big Ears," came the reply.
"You get out of the wrong side of the air raid shelter this morning?" I asked cheerily. "Why don't you make nice with Mahmoud Abbas," I said. "I'm sure he will quickly reciprocate."
Silence. "Bibi? Bibi? Mr Netanyahu?" "I'm sure we can broker a peace with Hamas." For a moment thought I heard a voice say "moron." I am held in such high regard by other world leaders, that I must surely have been mistaken. But enough about me.
