The Szamuely is alive and well, ensconced in Budapest, close to the Danube and not very far from the parliament which, to her horror, is sporting an EU flag. Even worse, the Hungarian Academy – which embodies the national identity - is similarly polluted.
She conveys her regrets that she has not been able to post on the Blog. The creaking, post-communist telephone system has defeated her, and her "letters" will have to wait until after she returns, on Sunday. We are, however, promised some reet gud stuff – as they don't say 'ere in Yorkshire. Yer ken keep yer Budapest - I'm not jealus... like 'eck.