"So tell us, did you use Cotty's little dictionary of Hungarian? ;-)
"And did you try Orsoni Aszok?"
Jo napot.
Don't know about Cotty's dictionary, but he stiffed me at Heathrow. I had to buy the pint of bitter and plate of bangers and mash for myself.
I was stuck in a Heathrow terminal amidst the splendors of duty-free consumerism. The shop selling electronic wonders had the *ist D, but no lenses other than the 18-35 on the camera. The only pub (O'Neills) had a rather watery bitter, but the bangers and mash were okay (although called "cohannon" or something else Irish). Hungary seems to have only lagers. They are good lagers, but I have found lagers insipid since I discovered English bitters.
I think I saw Brigitte Bardot in the terminal. Seriously, a woman who looked like her, spoke English with a French accent, very expensively dressed, accompanied by two tall bruisers who were also expensively dressed, her luggage being pushed along by a third fellow. That was even better than seeing Cotty.
Joe
