More hitherto uncollated rock ‘n’ roll echoes from the arcane world of diplomacy.

By which I mean some sort of reference to actual diplomatic practice, not a passing word such as in Cheap Trick’s "I Love you Honey but I Hate your Friends":

That limp wristed two-fisted diplomat
Better draw a map, to see where he’s at

Or Elvis Costello’s "Green Shirt":

Never said I was a stool pigeon
I never said I was a diplomat
Everybody is under suspicion
But you don’t want to hear about that

Or even "Blinded by the Light" by Manfred Mann’s Earth Band:

Madman drummers bummers indians in the summer with a teenage diplomat,
In the dumps with the mumps as the adolescent pumps his way in to his
hat.

Try instead the rarified atmosphere of high-level international relations as in Frank Zappa’s "Rhymin’ Man":

A few years later, legend says,
Rhymin’ man made a run for Prez
Farrakhan made him a clown,
Over there near Hymie-Town
Said he was a diplomat —
Hobbin’ an-a-knobbin’ with Arafat
Castro was simpatico,
But the U.S. voters, they said: "No!"

And Michelle Shocked’s impressive reference to the theory and practice of diplomatic immunity:

Oh Streetcorner Ambassador
It seems so clear to me
The more you are ignored
It’s called diplomatic immunity

Not to forget immigration policy – George Harrison’s magnificent "Awaiting on You All":

You don’t need no passport
And you don’t need no visas
You don’t need to designate or to emigrate
Before you can see Jesus

More to follow.