Saturday, October 25, 2008
Crowned heads of Europe stop me in the street and say: "When are you coming to make toast for me?"
I say: "I have no time."
I open my notebook and say: "Look at my timetable. You see any time in my timetable for you? I have no time. I'm toasting everywhere. I am booked."
Now they see I carry a piece of toast with jam and bite marks on it and everything in my hand, and they say: "Please, may I taste it? Let me only have a taste."
I say: "No."
I say: "NO."