By Harrison George |
<p>Prime Minister and junta chief Gen Prayut Chan-o-cha returned from an official visit to Vietnam in his normal relaxed mood and engaged in his regular jovial banter with the media. They had been hearing from ministers and such that the elections won’t be happening next year as expected and wanted to hear the truth from the head honcho himself.</p>
<p>‘What do you want from me?’ the General expostulated. ‘I have just returned from meetings, exhausted and sleepless. Why don’t you ask whether I am tired instead of going on about the election and constitution?’</p>
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By Harrison George |
<p>Hard day, dear?</p>
<p>Hmmm. It’s been a Prime Minister day …</p>
<p>Yes, dear, I know.</p>
<p>You do?</p>
<p>The suit and tie. That’s your PM uniform. Your peaked cap, scrambled egg and full medals is when you’re Army Chief and for Head of NCPO, if you can get away with it, it’s beret and starched fatigues. It’s not difficult to work out.</p>
<p>Hmmm. Well I much prefer the fatigues. I just don’t feel comfortable in a suit. Politicians wear suits. </p>