I still can’t believe that anyone can understand Hungarian. Even Hungarians. Its a big joke. Speak total gobbledigook and pretend they can talk like normal people to each other whilst really sniggering cos its all rubbish. No-one could make sense out’a that. I don’t normally have this issue. Languages have a rhythmn, a tempo, so even odd ones like Korean or Xosa still sound like langauges rather than just noises.

Hungarian’s different. Its the linguistic equivalent of dragging fingernails across a chalk-board. It jars. It actually makes you want to cover your ears and shout ‘NO!! MAKE IT GO AWAY MUMMY’.

Though Budapest is fab. Mainly because of the bridges. I simply love a bridge. In another life I’d have been a bridgitect. Designing and building bridges. They’d all look fab. But wouldn’t necessarily work as I lack the engineering background. First person to step onto the thing and it would just tumble into the river/off the cliff/by the road. But they’d look fab.

Because its a fundamental European requirement for every city to have a fucking great river through the middle, you need to cross them. Hence the bridges. And they’re all different vintages here, and all different structures. Suspension bridges, girder bridges, green ones, Victorian style ones and a chain bridge. Which is the one in the attached pic. I have no idea how any of them stay up; its not my problem. Staring at them and going ‘wow!!!’, that’s my job.

Spurs job is to win football matches. And get the points on offer to the victors. Which is precisely what they did yesterday. Hung on in there in what has been described as ‘the dullest football match ever played everrrrrrrr’ and got a possibly undeserved last minute penalty to claim the spoils. Its not exactly the way I’d envisaged the season playing out but heh, free points is free points and ‘ya gorra be in-it-ta win-it’.

What’s Hungarian for COME ON YOU SPUUUUUUURSSSSSS?

I must ask.

 

Happy monday

 

A xxxx