SEPTEMBER 26, 2006
Word Count:248
“Another snifter of Brandy Stephen?”
“Don’t mind if I do. Thanks Conrad.”
“Cigar? They have a wonderful humidor here. They’re almost as fresh as the day they were rolled in Havana.”
“Well, normally I wouldn’t but, when in Rome.”
“Here, let me light that for you.”
“Ahhhh that is good. Where do they get these plush red leather chairs? I’ve never sat in anything more comfortable. I have to get one for the office.”
“Sorry Stephen, that is just one of the many OBC secrets.”
“OBC?”
“Good God, are you daft? The OBC. Old Boys Club!”
“I should have guessed. I thought I recognised some faces here. Our waiter, is it Tony Blair?”
“Of course! Who else would it be? He’s on loan to us from the Washington Club.”
“But he’s still in office!”
“Never hurts to have something to fall back on once you retire, isn’t that right Tony?”
“Quite right m’Lord.”
“Uh ixnay on the ordlay Tony.”
“Sorry Governor!”
“What was all that about?”
“That? Oh nothing. I suppose you’re wondering why I’ve summoned you down here Stephen?”
“Does it have anything to do with you wanting to get back your citizenship?”
“I have publicly stated that I am going through normal channels.”
“Do you have something in your eye?”
“I’m sure it will all be sorted out.”
“Your eye. It’s twitching.”
“If a child born to an Egyptian in Canadian airspace can be given citizenship anything is possible I would say.”
“There it goes again!”
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