From Hunglish to C2 British English

In a few days’ time, I’ll turn 55. This is not an achievement, so I’m not bragging; it’s a sheer and painful fact. Nevertheless, as several of my peers have left us far too soon, I must consider myself lucky to be still kicking about. Anyway, let’s not dwell on my age, but rather focus on who I am and why I feel the need to write - and why I do so in English.  The beginning I could start, of course, open this monologue with a bleak account of my childhood or the lack of privilege that hindered my studies. However, this isn’t exactly a terrific way to introduce myself, innit? Let’s correct this flaw in this wonky foreword and say: I’m a lifelong autodidact. Well, not entirely, but close. I’ve spent the last twenty-seven years developing web applications, and in the meantime, I’ve been learning this fascinating language called English - British English, to be precise.  My first encounter was around 1991, when I first saw Monty Python’s Flying Circus with Hungarian subtitles. I w...