Yesterday was a complete wash out. I like a bit of rain but this is relentless. It rained from the minute I woke up to the moment I went to sleep. That last bit might not be strictly true as I was pretty pissed when I went to bed so it may have stopped, but all the time I was conscious it rained.
I went to have a coffee (which was very quickly followed by gallons of Kingfisher) at the local café. Uli was there with one of the Russians. There are two Russian blokes who I have seen about but yesterday was the first time I’ve spoken to them. Actually they don’t speak English and my Russian is a bit rusty so it was mainly just a lot of smiling and misunderstanding each other.
They are two brothers from Moscow who are quite possibly the biggest blokes I have ever met. They make Dolph Lundgren look like Warwick Davies. They’ve got to be at least 6 foot 5. They've hands the size of shovels and size 14 shoes (just saying). They have really sunken cheeks, so they look a bit like Skeletor from He-Man (now that was some good shit). They're constantly pissed (they drink whiskey from the minute they’re awake) and are always massively inappropriate. They really don’t give a fuck. It’s a refreshing change. I can’t understand a word they say but they make me laugh. They are as funny as fuck. Uli does not approve. Apparently his love of Russians is on par with his love of Germans.
Because of the weather it seemed that everyone in town had the same idea so within no time the table was packed. It was like a drunken Benetton convention. There were 2 Russians, 3 Dutch, 3 English, a German, an Austrian and an Indian (sounds like some dodgy Bernand Manning joke). The Austrian bloke was amazing. He was the absolute spitting image, in body and soul, of Wayne Sleep. He was even wearing a bandana. Are you having that? He’s a dance teacher too. It just gets better and better.
I ended up going for dinner with the Dutch couple and Wayne Sleep. We had so much fun. The Dutch couple are adorable and Wayne Sleep was a total legend. It oddly made me miss home even more though. I know I shouldn’t wish my life away but I am very excited about coming home. I’ve even managed to set up a date for my return with Mr Amazing. Good work from 2000 miles away, eh. I just need to try not to fuck things up between now and home time. What are the chances? Oi, have some faith!
I went to have a coffee (which was very quickly followed by gallons of Kingfisher) at the local café. Uli was there with one of the Russians. There are two Russian blokes who I have seen about but yesterday was the first time I’ve spoken to them. Actually they don’t speak English and my Russian is a bit rusty so it was mainly just a lot of smiling and misunderstanding each other.
They are two brothers from Moscow who are quite possibly the biggest blokes I have ever met. They make Dolph Lundgren look like Warwick Davies. They’ve got to be at least 6 foot 5. They've hands the size of shovels and size 14 shoes (just saying). They have really sunken cheeks, so they look a bit like Skeletor from He-Man (now that was some good shit). They're constantly pissed (they drink whiskey from the minute they’re awake) and are always massively inappropriate. They really don’t give a fuck. It’s a refreshing change. I can’t understand a word they say but they make me laugh. They are as funny as fuck. Uli does not approve. Apparently his love of Russians is on par with his love of Germans.
Because of the weather it seemed that everyone in town had the same idea so within no time the table was packed. It was like a drunken Benetton convention. There were 2 Russians, 3 Dutch, 3 English, a German, an Austrian and an Indian (sounds like some dodgy Bernand Manning joke). The Austrian bloke was amazing. He was the absolute spitting image, in body and soul, of Wayne Sleep. He was even wearing a bandana. Are you having that? He’s a dance teacher too. It just gets better and better.
I ended up going for dinner with the Dutch couple and Wayne Sleep. We had so much fun. The Dutch couple are adorable and Wayne Sleep was a total legend. It oddly made me miss home even more though. I know I shouldn’t wish my life away but I am very excited about coming home. I’ve even managed to set up a date for my return with Mr Amazing. Good work from 2000 miles away, eh. I just need to try not to fuck things up between now and home time. What are the chances? Oi, have some faith!
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