Have you ever gotten drunk with Pol Pot?
Actually, this is quite a funny story. Back in the late 1960s I was on holiday in Cambodia, where I met good old Polly, as we used to call him. We had a few drinks and I mentioned, with tongue firmly in cheek, that he should instigate an aggressive policy of relocating people to the countryside in an attempt to purify the Cambodian people as a step toward a communist future.
Have you ever seen Pol Pot in a swimsuit?
Yes, actually! Another funny story. We had a few drinks together and i mentioned, with tongue firmly in cheek, that he should try on a woman’s swimsuit!
Have you ever fought with Pol Pot?
Oh no! Never any serious fights anyway, we were good buddies.
Have you ever slept in the same bed as Pol Pot?
No, but this reminds me of yet another funny story. On one of our many walks through the Cambodian jungle, Pol Pot and I found a man sleeping with another man. So I suggested, with tongue firmly in cheek, that Polly should get in there and ‘help them out’ if you know what i mean.
How do you feel in general about Pol Pot?
When we were good friends all those years ago I felt a warm, kind feeling transmitting itself from his body to mine.