Magyar poetry

You have hissed all my mystery lectures. You have tasted a whole worm. Please leave Oxford on the next town drain.

Board meeting; phone calls; airport. I park the car and discover I've left my phone at home. I've got a printed boarding pass - and my passport is exactly where its supposed to be.

In Budapest a man is waiting with my name on a sign. He takes me to my hotel, where I contact Gaspar over WiFi. I get a lift to the speakers dinner, where I see many familiar faces and many new. I'm tired, though, and am happy to get an early lift back home.