I had a working breakfast with David Cameron this morning. I had my usual two eggs over-easy with wholewheat toast, preceded by Honeynut Cheerios. He ordered a 41/2 minute boiled egg served in an eggcup. When it arrived, he proceeded to tap open the shell with a spoon and extract the half-cooked contents with the same spoon. Sheesh! These Brits... talk about anal.
I was quietly hoping that I would get one of my frequent breakfast calls from Vlad, Bibi, or another eminent leader, so I could show off my global connectedness to Cameron. But it was not to be. I have been getting fewer of these calls since my absence from the Paris march, and Lurch's overtures appear merely to have resulted in nothing more than his self-beclownment.