Mrs. Thatcher called in the middle of the night. She was very excited, and from among her half eaten words, I understood that I was to join some meeting. “Now?” I asked her. She said yes. I was in Tehran, and given the circumstances, even if I dared to pack and go to the airport for a trip to Britain – the new “Great Satan” – I wouldn’t make it in time. In that case, she said she could just conference me in. So I got out of bed, put on a robe and went downstairs…“Are you still there?”
Apparently a very big and secret meeting had taken place in Mrs. Thatcher’s living room while I was asleep. She had only organized it at the behest of Gordon Brown she said. He was of course the lead, but Obama was there too, and so were Nicolas and Angela. I think I heard Bush and Blair in the background saying something about “credit”, though I was sleepy and may have made a mistake. Some of the senior members of the Iranian opposition had attended the meeting as well, and they had just taken off for Tehran to spread the news. Anyway, they announced that after days of talking and thinking, they had come up with the final revision of a plan to destroy the Islamic regime in Iran. “Iranians need to plug in something that consumes a lot of power at exactly 9:00 PM on Tuesday 30th of Tir.”
“Is this line secure?”
“Rats…I think they just found us out.”
“The Hooligans’ New Plan: Plug in the Irons
In their battle against the Islamic Republic regime, the hooligans’ coordination center in Britain has proposed that housewives plug in their electrical Irons in order to cause a disruption in Iran’s power networks.”