It's Mahmoud Ahmedinejad that I'm sharing my hotel with, according to the nice policeman. Yesterday's copper schmoozing investment wasn't wasted after all it seems.
Eeeek - get the bomb squad! Oh no hang on, they're all here already, and they all have very, VERY large guns all over the hotel. I suspect I'll sleep safe in my bed tonight.
More bizarrely, I met a very well turned out lady of Middle Eastern origin in the lift this morning, who told me her husband was speaking at the UN today. Hmmm .. heads of state day .... she was on her own, looked a bit bored and lonely and politely invited me to join her for breakfast. Of all the days to have an 830am meeting planned. Who knows what might have happened.
In case, dear reader, you're wondering what level of hotel I'm staying at, yes it's nice, but as far as I know the 110 best hotels in Denmark each have a president in them of some colour, shape or origin. And one of them even has Tony Blair - so perhaps sharing a building with Ahmedinejad isn't so bad after all.
The rest of the day was a cracker - talk about making up for yesterday's cock-ups! But it's 2:09am and I should be in bed, as we've a breakfast meeting at 730 before heading home. The tale of technical geeky successes and putting one up on the Global Accounting Conspiracy .. sorry ... Fraternity will have to wait...
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