The international system is an odd place

Found yesterday on the table of Conference Room 9 in the UN building in New York. We ducked in here for a meeting just as some kind of UN committee had finished. I've no idea what they were discussing - I'd like to imagine some baffled Iranian cleric-diplomat scribbling this down during some earnest human rights discussion; or perhaps the urbane Ambassador of Argentina, languidly speculating on his next cosmopolitan sexual adventure.

In any case, it seemed to sum up my mind-bending week camped out in a UN basement corridor - just another day in one of the strangest organisational forms of life in the world.

More soon.