tonight i was told was going to be an even bigger, wilder celebration in martyrs square.pened since last night. the british foreign office has just told all uk citizens to leave benghazi. libya's second largest city. due to an unspecified threat. the libyan government, such as it is, has denied any basis for such drastic action. a lone cherry bomb now and again, an awkward flurry of roman candles. the buzz of last night's chaotic party parched, big time. whether or not this is the larger geopolitical decision, the vibe toward this western film crew seems apprehensive. uncertain. the following day feels better. somewhat. fresh produce is for sale on tripoli streets. if you were a small restaurant, or shopping for a big family, you'd bring cash, a wheelbarrow, and load up on what you need. but the revolution has brought changed tastes. libyans, especially young libyans, hunger for more than just freedom. they hunger for places like this. kentucky fried chicken. uncle kentucky fried chicken. okay. >> the colonel, his buddies, the king and the clown have not made it here give