Anyway, yesterday sucked, 'cause I had to pretend that I like him and he doesn't smell, see:

But in this picture, I'm really thinking, "Ew, I wonder where his hands have been...". And he's probably thinking, "Duh, I'm stupid. My country is full of depressed whingers and we are crap at cricket. I'm the leader of a stupid lefty party. If only I was John Howard, because he is so cool and George Bush obviously likes him better than me. Probably because I'm stupid."
I had to talk to him, too. Well, not really. He just blathered on about stuff, but I wasn't listening, and sometimes I'd go, "Yeah, totally..." Or, "Word, dude." And he just kept talking and stuff, but in my head I was making up a poem. It goes:
Tony Blair sucks
He looks like a duck
He also really smells
I wish he'd go to hell
Bush is wicked cool
Blair is a total tool
Let's go bomb Iraq
Because the people there are dark
Janette says it's really good and she stuck it up on the fridge.