So yeah, Budapest. Its boss. We arrived Sunday night after a flight piloted by a complete mentalist and topped off with token Frank jarg moments("THIS BEARD MAKES ME LOOK LIKE SADDAM HUSSEIN.") After the initial uproar over the fact that the airport shuttle bus appeared to drive itself, and shock that Budapest did indeed have Tesco's and a H&M, (albeit under a different jarg name) we were soon in the 5th district of Pest. Our hostel was in some shady back st...

I don't really know if I'm going to stick to this, nor whether or not I'll even finish this blog entry at all. As I write, I'm sitting in my somewhat messy bedroom as Roy Hodgson's brave, valiant, patriotic lionhearts defend and hoof their way to another drab victory against Ukraine, its currently 78 minutes in and they're 1-0 up thanks to Wayne Rooney. One can only hope that Shevchenko and co can turn that around. In 12 days I'm going on a holiday that I've al...