Several years ago we went to Budapest. S’in Hungary, innit. And I learned that the city’s name came from the joining of two towns divided by the river. And thus chose to comment, as I tend to do, that ‘the racists of Buda hooked up with the anti-semites of Pest’ to form the lovely place we all know and love today. The sad thing is that it is a lovely City and I’m sure, is filled with at least some? A few? A majority?? Of lovely people. Ok, there’s one very nice person there and his name is…

Last night England played football there. I didn’t see it, I was at a wedding. But there was ‘trouble’. From the rest of the Hungarians. The ones wearing black t-shirts. The ‘Ultras’. That term being used, across Europe, to describe hateful racist thugs, often violent, always ugly, generally fat. Ultra stands for Unfortunately Loathsome Thick-as-shit Racist Asshole. They can be from Italy (Rome has Ultras) but generally they are from ‘the East’.

So playing a game of football (or anything else) where you start by ‘taking the knee’ in an accepted anti-racist stance, is bound to inflame a bunch of racists. Then to lose 4-nil to a team (England) which actually has black players causes the same kind of dissonance that Jesse Owens gave Hitler when he won 4 gold medals in the Berlin Olympics in 1936. How can you be a ‘white supremacist’ when the blacks are winning? It makes all those poor fat neo-nazi scumbags feel very uncomfortable.

Here’s what you do: you don’t play football in Eastern Europe. Hungary, Czech Repbulic, Slovakia, Slovenia, Lithuania, Belarus, Russia… just don’t play there. Or play there in empty stadia.

The England players brilliantly mocked the horrible Hungarians last night which probably hurt them more than losing the match. But the answer is, ban matches until the evil vermin can be isolated and kept away.

The Wedding on Osea Island was wonderful. This pic shows the ‘causeway’ when the tide’s up. Which means once there, that is where you stay until God, the moon, the forces of gravity and the tides decide otherwise. Which could get a little bit ‘Agatha Christie’ for some, a touch ‘The Shining’ for others, but with Mel to protect me, coupled with no limits on alcohol consumption cos you can’t drive anywhere, everyone had a truly fabulous time. And the sun even shone! In Essex!!! The county wot I growed up in. Just not necessarily that bit.

Happy Friday

A xxxx