I've a meeting with Obama, there are people in limousines and taxis and helicopters ready to pick me up, but I'm going to take the train.
"Can he bring you anything?" the driver asks, I tell him as I hurry away "Get him to pick me up a pack of Dunhills"....I know this will piss him off, Obama doesn't like my smoking.
Now waiting, underground, for a train, the platform is deserted for everyone except me and her...