Well, the riots have fallen into a vast pit of nothingness: or so we thought. We went out for coffee and drinks at café near the basilica, in central pest, at around 10pm. After we'd payed and walked down the street a man asked us if we had been “turned away as well” Peter said “no, and where would we have been turned away from?” The gentlemen then went on to tell us that around 200 police officers turned up outside parliament to move away about twenty protesters. Clearly he may be exaggerating; however, it wouldn't shock me if there is the smallest element of truth running about in his grubby looking head.

We're going down to investigate soon, tomorrow if we have time. We were also harangued with a tale that “some Lithuanians were coming with guns to kill the police for beating up priests and press of their country”

I found a great way to spend the night -- sitting on the balcony with an Ushenka and a blanket with a Bulgakov. Yummy.



We've made French onion soup from the massive amount of raw food ingredients we bought from the Hungarian equivalent of Aldi. It wasn't that great, we blame Betsy, she just burns EVERYTHING, even my scones. She has a serious lack of respect. But we're going to leave the soup in the fridge over night as it “may get better with age” After all, we did put wine in it. On that subject – when I told my comrade to buy some wine he ran down to the shop and said “give me your cheapest wine”. It cost 80p. It tastes of grapes with just a dash of used coffin.

Oh, that chap Peter escaped from the police with is doing ok. He's getting his teeth fixed and he got home safely. The mad German student doctor 'Len' has called; Peter's text messages threats turned into definite action. He didn't sound 'mad' on the phone but actually quite normal. For me, this is a relief. But for Peter it means he now lacks a partner in the pursuit of zaniness. We'll see. Anyway, it gives me an excuse to try and make more scones. He's convinced I'm some sort of English Lord. We're going to use tin foil to try and disperse the volcanic heat from Betsy's belly around the scones, rather than just leaving it to burn my delightfully English snack foods.

We're going to purchase Hungarian book for Peter's mother tomorrow. They're for The School of Slavonic and Eastern European studies. Who also happen to be my first choice university. I'm aiding the supply chain for their books. Well, it's something to drop into an interview.

This evening we reached the end of the only series of 'ab fab' we have. Thus, a new requirement for visitors is to bring series two of 'ab fab' as well as 160 Yorkshire Gold. If this is not met, we will leave you at the airport and, should you make it, not let you into the flat. Sorry, but it's the way it's got to be sweetie.

Here's a video of peter nearly killing himself. When Plew's saw this, he said: “that was the most dangerous thing i've ever seen, even by my standards”

2006-10-25 Shaver Charger

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