The Little World

In the Airfix factory.

I know what my priorities are, and once I escape my enemies I will need amusement. 45 gallons of glue and the contents of the warehouse should about do it.

Other fugitive world leaders are going to try to be banged up in Biarritz or Bermuda, but I leave them to their hopes. A few will end up in Moscow at the No.4 People’s Apartment…at least until the interest of the press dies down, after which they will, too. Few will be as unfortunate as to be greeted by a handshake from an Australian Prime Minister.

I may have to bargain for my safety. I know where the hush money is, and it is making a great deal of noise. As to where the bodies are buried, well, it would make it a lot easier if I could tell you where they aren’t. As it happens we were running out of room there in the end and pretty well everywhere was full. There isn’t a flat patch of ground anywhere in the county.

I’ve been asked whether I will be taking my relatives into exile with me. Considering what happened to the Romanovs and the Ceausescus, perhaps not. You can run a lot faster if you are not dragging women and children along. I have not decided whether to favour Nike or Puma for footwear.