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I met CP Joshua in our questionable drinking bulge The Gentlemen`s Club some days ago, he looked rather desperate and in despair. So, as the sometimes compassionate person I am, I asked him if there was something I could do for him.

Joshua: “I need some help in the Foreign office, can you step in?”

Well, I have an long experience as pizza delivery boy, bringing up coffee and clean up mess in the cafeteria, so me, the short-headed frog I am, answere😛 “OK”

How great can a mistake be?

The first day on job, in The Foreign Office, I should have been more suspicious, when all the staff started to bow and scrape to me: How much fuzz for a deputy frog, I thougth. What`s wrong? So, I gathered some courage and asked, why I get so much attention! “You see,” the Leading Bureacratic Opponent Cabinet Secretary, Mr. Humphrey said; “we can not find the MoFA, Mr. Rohirrim, and we do need someone to step in as MoFA and chef diplomat, and The CPresident told us it would be........ YOU!”

This was on the mourning day for the Atomic bomb, so the setting was already the highly appropriate!

I was shocke😛 “ME as diplomat!??” I shouted and stuttered; “What does a diplomat do?” Mr. Humphrey answered nervously; “You see, diplomacy is the art of telling people to go to Hell in such a way that they ask for directions”. Well I thought, I`ve many times loudly wished a lot of people go to Hell, but so far they have never asked me where to go, perhaps some instead wanted me to go ahead first......!

After some hours, and after been given some bottles glasses of Chablis, (for the purpose to recover from the schock, of course), I decided to dress me up in black and white, and do my very best. After all, the job could have some positive aspects. Free parking and driving black limousines for instance, with right of way through all traffic lights. Cocktail parties on the embassies, small talk, about a lots of nothing (or “tørrprat”, as we call it on Norwegian) with glamourus attractive buxom stylish culture attaches (they are are most females, I`ve recognized) free meals and drinks and a lot of interesting travelling abroad, high level on diet money and so on, and so on. And perhaps do some negotiations in the backrooms, with my fellow MoFA colleagues, as we playing billiard with a scotch in the hand.

So when I fell asleep the first night, I feel relaxed and started to sweet dreaming of my new glorious diplomatic lifestyle. At the 2 at night, just before I, in my dreams, achieved cultural mutual understanding with one of our cultur attaches, the new red hot line phone calle😛 It was no cultural attache on the line, it was the grumbling bass voice of The President!

He said “I`ve decided to withdraw eNorway from Nebula. You have to start working………!”