There he is our man alright in London, just behind the Pres. Must inevitability grate with the Arab, perpetually that shadow falling. Current liberalisation (post-Khashoggi), trialling slowly in Saudi. Slowly. Women driving; getting about without male escort; some racey hijab fashion that showed lines & curves. Howsoever, for all that, for all the dosh, the Porsche, finest clobber, jetting about first class, G-R-A-T-ING. Nevertheless, despite that, nice to see smiles kept up, genuine warmth for orphans, for elderly & disabled. One of the kampung lads of Modh’s gen., who knew the man from early days before his marriage, while the pair prayed together at the wooden (likely atap roofed) sarau opposite the market, reported the chap was not flying back home with the President. No. Going himself, under his own steam, over to the States, in fact. A certain tone in the pal’s telling that seemed might have echoed the original. Man needed to stand on his dignity every once in a wee little while. (Difficult incidentally guessing what the Viet President was doing in that company joining Charlie’s big do. WTF?)
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