‘Remember, remember, the eighth of November; of gunpowder, treason and plot.’
Benjamin, do you recall 16 years ago how we sat all night before the black-and-white (with hues of light green on a warped electronic day) Great Wall television set, set against the cracked wall of that desolate farmhouse in Ngong and watched the Al Gore/George Bush election go down to hanging chads and that bad joke I cracked about them knowing how to swing ‘em down in Ndjamena but you still laughed hard and long?