Mad dogs and Englishmen! This week I transport you 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 them into charcoal for their missdeeds! But weve all heard the expression, Mad dogs and Englishmen go out in the midday sun!. Well, thats 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. She was sketching a monument and Im afraid the promise of some wonga, an ice cold drink and an air conditioned room was an offer she simply couldnt refuse. When she got changed, I couldnt believe the body that shed been hiding under her clothes. She was a symbol of perfection and it took all of my immense self control not to simply rip do...
