BUSH

Well well well. So, there we were having a light supper in a plaza in Montevideo old town, after a mooch around it's empty and blockaded streets, when a swarm of cars, motorbikes and trucks disgorged a load of Uruguyan police, American police and, best of all, numerous FBI goons in suits and earpieces. Then a big black limo pulls up and guess who walks out? Yes, the Great Satan himself (as per Hugo Chavez), George Bush. He strutted past our cafe surrounded by his goons, gave a wave to the few bemused tourists and locals, and went to the restaurant next door for his din dins. There you go. I can tell you that he has a large head. That's about all. I supposed I should have seized the moment and flung my sandwich at him or at least demanded recognition for my people (you know, "we are The Sam People, we like to rest and eat, please give us 1 billion US dollars in aid to help us achieve our goals") but we were just too surprised.

That's all really.