William Hague - My Fake Diary

Friday, 24 February 2012

I awoke this morning, turned my head and looked at my new gardener Wysocki, and felt an affinity between us.

He awoke and smiled, saying in his broken English, 'Please, more fasz mastersir!...' I was unsure what it was he wanted fast, until I looked up what fasz meant in Hungarian, I smiled to myself and filled his request!

Bet whoever's reading this would like to know?

"Penis!"