Dear Diary: I have cunning plan in place today to ensure that I meet with Iran's new President Hassan Rouhani. The guy has been playing hard to get, refusing to be tied down to a specific time and place. He told reporters that there were no formal arrangements but that we might meet if we run into each other in the UN corridors.And so it was that my cunning scheme was hatched. We would send a group of Secret Service agents to track Hassan Rouhani and position me to ensure that we would meet in a corridor for a while so I can claim a significant diplomatic coup of the kind that NBC's Chuck Todd and Andrea Mitchell. will praise on the evening news. I had just had my last mouthful of two eggs over-easy and wholewheat toast, when the two-way radio of one of my Secret Service detail crackled to life. "IranPrez on the move,"
My agent said: "10-4.. Renegade leaving now. He took me by the upper arm and led me to the stairwell. "One floor down, Mr President and we should be perfectly positioned to intercept President Rouhani"
I skipped lightly down the stairs as is my wont, into the passage below and immediately encountered President Rouhani and his entourage. We both stopped and weighed each other up. Rouhani's head was wrapped in a white bandage. I spoke first: "President Rouhani... I'm so sorry to see that you have injured your head."
" Injured my head?" He pointed to his headwear. "This is my traditiona headcovering al-Obama, not a bandage,"
I said: " Remember, President Rouhani, not to be aggressive when you address the General Assembly this afternoon,. The US doesn't do pinpricks."
"You don't scare me," said Rouhani. "Putin says you're a wuss. I agree." But enough about me.
