Here you see me at tea with P.C. Alexander. We are at his home, duly named Raj Bhavan. Old P.C. was very happy to escape from his prudish wife, Ackama. Together, we cooked up a plan to keep her busy. I just happened to have a Where's Waldo book in my purse. We gave it to the old Indian witch and did not even hear a peep from her for almost two days. During this time, P.C. Alexander and I discussed the fate of India (I LOVE samosas!!!). I pointed out the fact that the state that he governs (Maharashtra) does not at this time have a public makeup campaign. Change is in the air. Look for updates on the makeup situation in this part of the world at this site regularly. Mr. Alexander and I also explored the world of the Rig Veda and had a reading of Sir Richard Francis Burton's translation of the Kama Sutra, as his ugly wife played in the Great Hall of Siva with her stupid American children's book. What an imbecile! As a final note, I want to point out that my plantation (located in Macon, Georgia........near Little Richard's birthplace) is much fancier than this Indian dump. Even though P.C's pad was built by the British, it just doesn't have the glamour of my personal pleasure palace.........Temple Drake Estates.