"Back home in America you'd be asked to leave the room. We wouldn't let you in until you'd learnt some manners," she told the gas-releaser. ("Like you, you mean?" thought the Prime Minister.)
No farting? No drinking? They probably didn't even get hit on the head by their equivalent of Black Rod. Did anything amuse these miserable people?
Lord Ashdown sighed. Clearly his discussions with the President had foundered. Now he was no longer trying to impress her they might as well relax and enjoy their coffee and their... well, in her case, more coffee... in an enjoyable manner.
They got to chatting about Germany and what they thought of it. Lord Ashdown happened to mention that they'd found huge oil reserves near Nienhagen. He'd just been making chit-chat but thank goodness he had - immediately Condoleezza's eyes lit up. "Oil?" she said. "Why didn't you tell me there was oil in Germany? So, when d'you want to get this war started?"
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