augury doggerel

Wednesday, October 23, 2002


At the pub last night, it was just Boris Yeltsin and me. He had four tables and eight other bar stools to choose from, but he sat on the stool next to mine, shoulder to shoulder with me, and watched the same space on the same wall. He didn't speak, just drank, which is fine, but why next to me? So I spoke to him. But he muttered something about 'not tonight', left money on the counter, grabbed his coat, and disappeared. I would have asked him about 1991, but maybe he was afraid I'd mention the dancing incident.


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