Howzzat

Howzzat
Lo and behold, who should call me but Donald Trump! I was in Bani Gala, in what you might call a joint session of my very own parliament, when my cell phone rang and rang. I didn’t pick it up because VIPs don’t pick up their phones. “For God’s sake, pick it up”, said my inner voice, “you never know. It might be Donald Trump”. What a good idea, I thought and sure enough, it was The Donald.

He said, “why don’t you pick up your phone? I haven’t got all day”. To which I said, “but I do”. Then he said, “I wanted to ask if you minded being PM”. To which I said, “not at all”. To which Trump said, “good. I’ll keep that in mind”, and then he hung up.

My inner voice said to me I had better get ready and go to the Supreme Court to take oath. So off I went. They weren’t expecting me, Their Lordships in their wigs etc. But I noticed that the Supreme Court is very clean. “It shouldn’t be”, I said to Their Lordships, “cleanliness is a sign of weakness”. Their Lordships ignored this and pointing to a chair said, “have a seat”. “Thanks, that’s exactly what I’ve come for.”

Then I noticed that I was suddenly transported to Annabel’s, London’s top anti-imperialist Left wing nightclub. Where a Greek shipping magnate, Taki Takeitupthenos, offered me a hefty donation for the PTI, which I rejected.

Then suddenly I was in Bani Gala again, but I decided to write a letter to Their Lordships at the Supreme Court: “Your Lordships, you’re very nice but you’re not listening to the voice of the people of Pakistan which is this: Pakistan needs a man with vision. A man from Bani Gala with a mane of dark hair. A man with a well-toned body honed to perfection in the home gym. A man who won the cricket World Cup. I’m not naming names because you’re confused and I don’t want to make things worse. That’s why I’m sending this letter in confidence to the people of Pakistan via The Friday Times.”

Im the Dim