...me. They're too obsessed with combing my hair and trimming my nails. I don't understand but they keep saying, "I'm a beautician's dream" and "they could have a million dollars worth of work on this guy." I guess they mean I'm hot. I think. Maybe.
Well, my chauffeur Quigon Jin came in. We're heading off to *******. Why? To do a recording which they'll play on National TV, whilst they show my face. Allah knows I can't wait.
Goodbye for now Diary,
Osama-Bob (Bob is a name they use in the U.S.A. I'm so western! How absolutely naughty!)