William Hague - My Fake Diary

Saturday, 26 November 2011

When my assistant Lucien came into my bedroom with the silver tray carrying my Tarragon Caviare Salad breakfast this morning, I noticed, that he'd failed to arrange the carrot and tomatoes into his usual playful suggestive arrangement.

I just hope he was not been tempted, when we met the Syrian terrorists earlier this week. I could not help but notice how Lucien and Julian looked at one of their Syrian counterparts in the meeting.

Abdul his name was, tall, dark, shapely, with eyes that burned through to your foibles, and a smile that could charm the...

Oh, where was I?