Not his humble servant.
TALKING of Libya, you'll find a classic exchange between me and our former man in Tripoli on YouTube.
Recorded during Nicky Campbell's Radio 5Live show, pay particular regard to the long silence from the ambassador.
Perhaps he swallowed his silver teaspoon.
Sir Richard Dalton - for it was he - is not someone against whom I bear any personal animus.
When I was arrested at rifle-point by Israeli occupation troops in Dundee's twin town Nablus in 1991, Sir Richard, then Consul-General, sped from Jerusalem to rescue me, for which I remain grateful.
When I visited Libya to lecture academics on the untrustworthiness of perfidious Albion, he did invite me for tea (though neither for lunch nor dinner as he would have done for any other MP) and was most convivial.
He insisted on attending my lecture to the Libyans and when I told them they should trust not in Tony Blair and that Britain and the US were after their money and nothing else, he cried out in the kind of pain one might expect from a wounded stag.
That's why when, silver spoons rattling volubly, Sir Richard rebuked me magisterially for interrupting him during the interview, I could tell him not to talk to me as if I was his servant. I have, you see, heard him talk to his servants.
CLASH: Sir Richard