In my tiny room in a guest house on Budapest’s Castle Hill, I was building a tower of towels and rolls of loo paper. The voice of the BBC technician reassured me that I shouldn’t worry, and that we still had about six minutes until I was going to go live, but that my phone definitely would have to be higher up or the top of my head would be cut off. So I continued building my tower, listening to the sharp voice of the news anchor of the BBC evening news cutting mercilessly into the interviewee before me.  In five minutes it would be my turn to be grilled about Prime Minister Orbán and the Pope in Hungary, via Skype.