Debate Magazine
My iPresidentophone has been going beserk this morning, sounding all ring-tones I have assigned, from Song of The Volga Boatmen, through Hava Nagila, and Rule Britannia, to Nkosi Sikelel iAfrika. Enough already! Don't these people know that I have a round of golf to attend to? I stuffed the phone under my bed pillows to serenade itself harmlessly, until maybe a housekeeper picks it up: " Mr Putin? Mr Cameron? Angular Merkel? I apologize, but the President is out on the links...." Hopefully these pesky folks will tire of pursuing me at all hours. expecting me to DO something about Isis. To confront the muderersbefore it becomes a global crisis But enough about me.
