I woke up this morning, turned on the telly and, to the tune of Shampoo’s seminal 1994 hit record, immediately broke into a chorus of "uh oh, Gaddafi's in trouble, the UN has come along and burst his bubble, yeah yeah, uh oh" with a big fat smile on my face. I didn't really. Well, not out loud...
But if you thought, as I did, that the world was going to sit back and watch as Gaddafi's forces in Libya quashed the uprising which began in the East of the country against 42 years of his autocratic rule - and, frankly, sectionable behaviour - you'd have been wrong. Libya has declared an immediate ceasefire.
The fact remains that Daniel Kawczynski’s Seeking Gaddafi is the only contemporary biography of Colonel Muammar Al-Gaddafi available. And while I don't delight in saying it, we have seen a boost in sales over the last three weeks. Most of these, presumably, from the politicos over at the Foreign Office trying to find out just who this crazed bastard really is.
The tents, the clothes, the directionless rantings (which, let's be honest, have been pretty frequent - or certainly more widely reported - of late) and ultimately, the man himself.
Seeking Gaddafi is available now in hardback, priced £19.99. I can assure you, he doesn't receive any of the proceeds - nor are we empowered to give him or any members of his family a doctorate, nor offer his children a place on the bench of the Biteback football team.