If it's Thursday then it must be Bangalore.

I'm in India for a whole two days for work. Not really long enough to get to grips with centuries of history and it's ancient culture. In fact on arrival it struck me that I don't know anything about India - not really. Luckily there is a well thumbed Lonely Planet in the appartment and I will be reading up on the history section tonight. Did Hinduism last night - 'seasy: it's non-proselytising and everything emanates from Brahman. There you go.

I flew Lufthansa via Frankfurt. On the second leg I made a little polite conversation with the India gentleman on my right. The German chap to my left kept himself to himself. That was until about an hour before we got to Bangalore. He was listening to some music on his mp3 player when he started to chortling and saying something along the lines of "Zis is gut! Zis great!" at which point he took off his headphones and suddenly thrust them over my head! I had the shock of my life as the burly Teuton offered me his musical choices. Turned out it was Rod Stewart singing Maggie May. "Very nice" I told him "- can't beat a bit of Rod. "

Turns out I was wrong. A few minutes later the chortling started again and before you knew it he had thrust his headphones over my ears again. This time it was some unidentified Bagpipe music. Was he listening to "The Greatest Scottish Airplaine Album... EVER!"?