"Yes,Val," he said. My master waved a sheet of paper at her, then he stood in front of the cameras. A producer introduced himself and said: " Mr President, we will have a built-in five-minute delay, so we can recover from any glitches before the viewers notice. Begin your address to camera when I have counted backwards to One....the producer holds up a hand with three fingers curled up and releases them one by one. ..." Now give your address." My master said: " My address is 1600, Pennsylvania Avenue..." The producer turned pale, shook his head, there was a flurry of activity, teleprompters were switched on and my master started to read from them. "My fellow Americans..." What a fustercluck. Woooof!