In the dark.....

Roadworks on the Nevsky

Then to the village

So after the city, i found myself in a small town,

where the houses are wooden,

the streets are full of cows and pigs

the nature is beautiful

and the people are wild.

oh, and everyone also has a mullet.

i was interrogated by the villagers about london,

(they dont have a clue)

"are the houses wooden too?"

"you dont have mosquitoes?"

"do you like metal?"

and

"have you seen 50cent?"

hm.

the stunning-ness.

Tales of a strange town

So for the past few weeks i've been around Russia,

and though its not particularly far away, it is far away in spirit.

What i mean is,

its such a different world altogther, no matter how close to europe it is..

the soviet cars,

living on eggs, cucumbers and vodka,

the drunken haul night trains,

the out of touch kids,

the MULLETS

and the mafia

its like a trip back in time.

gotta love it.

First, the tales of the city

in techicolour:

RUSSIANS:

Strange shows on the Southbank...

accidently, a few days ago me and my friend got caught up in one of those weird southbank shows, i dont mean the statues and magicians and blah - they are brilliant.


This show was near the theatre, near the green bit where it says


"Watch This Space"

meaning.....be prepared for lots of weird summer shows.


This was one of them:

featuring doctorwho style cybertrons, french singing, vomiting and stretchy brain fibres.


hmmm classic.








- (that would be the brain fibre bit!)

Dice Club

Dice Club last night....

i lost my make up bag and my purse. AARARRGHHH.

Obviously i had to go and buy a whole new set, now my account is officially empty. Bring on Miserables.

Photos anyway:

Its time

Its time for me to start taking my camera out again.