Its about time the tightwad English taxpayers opened their wallets to show their appreciation of my success in piloting the country to pole position in the top ten of the world's best countries.
Sarah says she likes a bit of sunshine at this time of year so I've told one of the unimportant people work in the office to fix up a luxury break in the southern hemisphere.
They've come up with Chile which I'm told is pleasantly warm at this time of year and I can expect a bit of bowing and scraping from the Ambassador if he wants to keep his job.
That ashen-faced loon Miliband has taken to following me round like shit on a shoe so I'll have to think of some way to shake him off. I can't leave him in London or he'll be swanning round giving interviews and pretending he's me.
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