Ah, May Day! How I love this international day of socialistical celebration.

I have asked Marlon to warm up the set so that we can watch the tanks rolling through Red Square.

Tony Blair, the English monarch, has been talking with the Russian leader, Monsieur Petanque.

It is something to do with poor Saddam's country, though I cannot follow the details.

I send a postcard to George in Amerika, asking if there is anything I can do. Perhaps a concert for peace? Or a concert for war. Paul Macartney tells me he does both at the same time.