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...... okay, who opened a sex shop next to my house?
Also, sitting in a public place does NOT imply that you (yes, you, idiot behind me) have the right to look over my shoulder and see what I am doing. Personal space AND respect for privacy come into question here. Go the hell away!
I'm struggling to think of what to write for silly!essay for Sergei again. (NB: For lack of confusion, the essay for Bath will be known as "essay", and the essay for here will be known as "silly!essay". What to write it on? Oh, anything. Round it down please? No, anything. *facedeskslamcrunch*
Honestly, am I insane for nattering to myself here?
In other news I have a slight hangover. But I am armed with water and a Snickers so all is well :)
On a brighter note, yesterday was den' rossiya (Russia day) featuring crappy bands and fire-eaters with Rammstein :D:D:D But that didn't matter, because the highlight was obviously the fireworks at ten. Honestly, I would have prefered them to be a little later, because the sky wasn't dark, and fireworks look much better in pitch black.
There I go, complaining. The best thing about fireworks in Russia is definitely the people. Think of England on Bonfire Night: the bonfire's out, the Guy is screaming for mercy, and then someone starts setting off fireworks. The people in the crowds tilt their necks to the sky, risking severe whiplash, and watch with a bored look on their faces. At the end, a unanimous "Is that all?" can be heard over the sound of screaming children and terrified dog growls.
Well Russian fireworks aren't like that at all. Imagine it: the street lights blare with red, blue and white along the square, the globes covered in white lights, and the flagpoles covered in lights which flash on and off. The fireworks are the same as in England, but all you can hear are "ooh"s and "aah"s above the national anthem. And at the end are cheers and applause. I know where I'd rather be!
Also, sitting in a public place does NOT imply that you (yes, you, idiot behind me) have the right to look over my shoulder and see what I am doing. Personal space AND respect for privacy come into question here. Go the hell away!
I'm struggling to think of what to write for silly!essay for Sergei again. (NB: For lack of confusion, the essay for Bath will be known as "essay", and the essay for here will be known as "silly!essay". What to write it on? Oh, anything. Round it down please? No, anything. *facedeskslamcrunch*
Honestly, am I insane for nattering to myself here?
In other news I have a slight hangover. But I am armed with water and a Snickers so all is well :)
On a brighter note, yesterday was den' rossiya (Russia day) featuring crappy bands and fire-eaters with Rammstein :D:D:D But that didn't matter, because the highlight was obviously the fireworks at ten. Honestly, I would have prefered them to be a little later, because the sky wasn't dark, and fireworks look much better in pitch black.
There I go, complaining. The best thing about fireworks in Russia is definitely the people. Think of England on Bonfire Night: the bonfire's out, the Guy is screaming for mercy, and then someone starts setting off fireworks. The people in the crowds tilt their necks to the sky, risking severe whiplash, and watch with a bored look on their faces. At the end, a unanimous "Is that all?" can be heard over the sound of screaming children and terrified dog growls.
Well Russian fireworks aren't like that at all. Imagine it: the street lights blare with red, blue and white along the square, the globes covered in white lights, and the flagpoles covered in lights which flash on and off. The fireworks are the same as in England, but all you can hear are "ooh"s and "aah"s above the national anthem. And at the end are cheers and applause. I know where I'd rather be!