It’s 6:50 am. Dave is at number 10, and he’s just fallen off his rowing machine.
“I’ve just fallen off my rowing ma- chine” says Dave. He gets up and be- gins to row again.
“Have you fallen off the rowing ma- chine again Dave?” Sam Cam calls from upstairs.
“Yes, yes I have” he replies.
“You didn’t hurt yourself did you Dave?” she asks.
“No, no I didn’t” he replies.
Meanwhile, Barack has just lit up a joint. He’s been on a big one.
“Are you sure you want that, sir?” his bodyguard asks.
“Damn right I do!” replies Barack.
“Do you?” he asks.
“Yeah brother, I do,” replies Barack.
Sam Cam serves Dave his post-work- out bowl of porridge.
“No blueberries today?” he asks.
“You ate them all last night, darling” his wife replies.
“Oh yeah, I remember now”, he lies.
Barack has just finished his joint. He’s relaxed and looking at the London sky- line.
“I want a Guinness. Let’s go to Dub- lin!”, he exclaims.
“We can’t Mr. President,” replies his aide.
“Why not?” Barack asks with incredu- lity.
“We are here to meet the Prime Minis- ter,” says his aide.
“I suppose,” says Barack.
It’s 8:53am. Dave’s nervous. He can’t remember how to tie his tie properly. He calls his friend George to ask him how he does it.
“I always get my mum to do it for me,” George says, “You could try ringing her?”
“Sure thing George. See you later!” Dave replies, realising too late that he doesn’t have her number.
Sam Cam has to do it for him, but she Dave & Barack ties it too tight, and his neck hurts.
It’s 9:45am and Barack is making his way to Downing Street.
“So what’s going down today?” Barack asks.
“We are meeting the Prime Minister to discuss foreign policy and the global economy” his aide replies.
“Foreign Policy?”
“Yes”
“The Economy?” Barack inquires.
“Yes” his aide replies tentatively.
“Well I can’t wait,” he says.
Dave steps out of number 10 and goes over to greet the President.
“Hello” he says, but he’s forgotten Ba- rack’s name. He tries to remember the name of the most powerful person in the world.
Will Smith? Michael Jordan? Michael Jackson? Kanye West? Kim Kardashi- an? None of them are correct.
He says “Hello” again and Barack smiles awkwardly.
“Hello, Mr. President” says Dave finally remembering a name that is appropri- ate, “Would you like to come in?”