My Hungarian is chuffed at being immortalised on the blog. Apparently according to the BBC, it's all over. I disabuse her of that notion, happy though it is.... and the Beeb used to be my gospel for world events. Maybe I'm just getting older, mouldier, crankier and less tolerant. Maybe it's sleep deprivation. Maybe it's the client I want to slap. Or did I mean clients. I digress.
Sarolta Csikós (Sha rolta Chi kosh). My Hanuman worshipping, Mahabharata reading, pessimistic Eastern European Indophile. On being referred to on Blogàtaurus; "Blimey!!! I am famous. Now I only have to have a dance routine and will be a STAR!". Jaaneman, I can no longer give you high tea at the Taj, but Bollywood...... is yours.
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