Oh golly jeepers golly gosh. It is him. HIM, you know.

BO.

Barak Obama, right here in our wee party in the east village.

"Mr Obama, it is awful nice of you to pop by all the way from DC when you and the missus Michelle have all the high society balls to attend but I guess you promised to make an appearance at all the parties, so you have got to do the rounds, you must be exhausted after the long day you have had , poor wee mite.

Have a wee breather. Listen whilst I have you to myself, I am a BIG fan even if I was not allowed to vote for you. But please do pass a law quickly to make the SP blog compulsory reading for all Americans, some comedy would do the folks here the world of good as everyone is a little down about the economy, well just a bit. But some people have not noticed too much, well maybe the few that sadly are in a coma in a hospital bed, but they vote too or someone votes for them, so try not to worry about it all tonight on your first night as president.

Actually you don't look too well, no wonder you are sitting quietly in the corner. I will get Jan to bring you a nice refreshing orange juice, sit right there and don't move. Relax, the SP is on it. Why don't you put that heavy blue ball down, no one will steal it here, the East village is gentrified now."