This week I transport you back to last summer, in Budapest it was a scorching 40° C and God fearing folk took refuge from the sun indoors praying to the Gods not to turn them into charcoal for their missdeeds! But we've all heard the expression, "Mad dogs and Englishmen go out in the mid-day sun!". Well, that's me, a mad dog, always snuffling around, in rain or sun, for a tasty morsel to chew on! This time I stumbled on the lovely art student Bettina. She was sketching a monument and I'm afraid the promise of some wonga, an ice cold drink and an air conditioned room was an offer she simply couldn't refuse. When she got changed, I couldn't believe the body that she'd been hiding under her clothes. She was a symbol of perfection and it took all of my immense self control not to simply rip down her knickers and screw here then and there! Nay, my friends, I constrained myself for at least 2 whole minutes! Yes folks, I do indeed possess the poise, grandeur and infinite patience of the great man Gandhi!
