Well it's good to be back chaps, had the most horrendous experience while on shore leave. Thought it would be a good time, since most of the lads had upped and left for the summer, to take misself off to Hungary having heard they'd switched sides and joined the Allies.
All was going well: visiting the cultural hotspots which - incidentally - included a gathering of the great unwashed at somewhere cunningly entitled Sziget which - it turns - out is a place where you can watch popular music combos from all over the entire globe for 24-hours-a-day for an entire week. Those Magyars know how to party I can tell you. They are a pretty hardcore bunch indeed: when I popped into the local druggist for a packet of Ibuprofen for my old War Wound, they bunged a pack of the hard stuff over the counter: 800mg? I was flying for days....without a parachute.
Anyway, as I said all seemed to be going well so I took the chaps off to Lake Balaton for some R&R (Rest and Recreation to you - none of that Rock-n-Roll nonsense - I decided they'd had enough long-haired layabouts for one detail). Trouble is, my intel was obviously faulty and what we took for the local branch of Butlin's was in fact, the local Prison Camp known to many as Stalag Steinditz, and ruled over by a sadistic blonde commonly known as Commandant Basella Fawlty. Basella presides over a ruthless regime with the normal Nazi mania for law and order. Dammit, it took as two days to dig an escape tunnel (under the immaculate - yet forbidden paradise of the Swimming Pool) to the Beach at Balaton. And even then we had a close encounter with some of her Gestapo friends at the local museum of 'Nostalgia':
Hungary's a dangerous place let me tell you.
Anyway, once the escape route had been secured, all was plain sailing: I even took the lads to see a Concert Party in the local town square where there was a bunch of soldiers performing a belly dance routine. Most convincing bunch of drag-artists I've seen this side of Thailand let me tell you - damn near fell for one misself. Anyway, the lads came back refreshed and ready to do battle with the new OPAC when it's fully operational. Only one misshap at Security at Budapest where they seized some of our ammo: a giant green water pistol (the very same one that those cunning Magyars had searched on the way into the aforementioned tribal gathering, in case my boys had been using it to smuggle alcohol). You can't pull the wool over their eyes (even if their sheepdog have Dreadlocks).
More adventures in Library-land soon eh chaps
Anyway, as I said all seemed to be going well so I took the chaps off to Lake Balaton for some R&R (Rest and Recreation to you - none of that Rock-n-Roll nonsense - I decided they'd had enough long-haired layabouts for one detail). Trouble is, my intel was obviously faulty and what we took for the local branch of Butlin's was in fact, the local Prison Camp known to many as Stalag Steinditz, and ruled over by a sadistic blonde commonly known as Commandant Basella Fawlty. Basella presides over a ruthless regime with the normal Nazi mania for law and order. Dammit, it took as two days to dig an escape tunnel (under the immaculate - yet forbidden paradise of the Swimming Pool) to the Beach at Balaton. And even then we had a close encounter with some of her Gestapo friends at the local museum of 'Nostalgia': 
More adventures in Library-land soon eh chaps
