This week I transport u 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 'em 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. This Babe was sketching a monument and I'm afraid the promise of some wonga, an ice cold swallow and an air conditioned room was an suggest that babe simply couldn't refuse. When that babe got changed, I couldn't make no doubt of the body that that babe'd been hiding beneath her garments. That Babe 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 allies, I constrained myself for at least two entire minutes! Yep folks, I do indeed possess the poise, grandeur and infinite patience of the great dude Gandhi!