The cat's in the bag

You mustn't tell anyone this but my bag has some rather special properties. These drawstring cords aren't what they seem. I've actually a got a fully wired up communications hub that allows me to talk to all the world leaders. You'll see it when I publish my bag photo later. So while Charlie thinks he's being very clever talking to Rafa about silly old football, I'm on the blower to Bush, Blair and Putin et al trying to sort out world events. Everything from global warming to the Middle East. It's not easy being a girl you know...these macho men need sorting out before we all drown under melting icecaps or go up in smoke. Oops, Charlie's coming back got to run.