Mood:  not sure

Well my phone has been ringing off the hook since that Ming geezer quit as leader of the Limp Dems. I'm much in demand to stand for the leadership of the party and you can see why...I'm a master orator and can spellbind an audience for hours talking about nothing in particular, I have rugged good looks, and I'm a snappy dresser who has women falling at his feet, especially when I'm in my black outfit (just ask Madam Sue). However I'm taking this opportunity to rule myself out of the running, I'm already involved in the UJF and besides I don't want to pay the membership dues.

Of course this wouldn't be a problem if I took up some of the offers from my African readers, who are more than willing to give me some of the proceeds of the bank account of some geezer who has been killed in mysterious circumstances. Now while I am familiar with arranging accidents of this nature, I don't normally help myself to their bank accounts afterwards. If I need any extra funds, I either tap up Mossad for a few shekels or hang around the Supermarket car park for a while. So thanks to Mr Tarima West and the others who have made this kind offer, but maybe you could channel your efforts to people who need it...by the way I am a well seasoned traveller and am very familiar with Russia after my run ins with the KGB...whereabouts in Russia is Burkino Fasa?

Anyway enough talk, the phone's ringing again and I have someone waiting on a trolley outside the office.

Shalom