“The weather whispers – borrow some money and go get high.” (Погода шепчет – займи и уколись) This morning, though, the weather is whispering something more like – “Take some time off and stay the bloody hell at home.” I think that hardly anyone is going to show up for work today (apparently, we’re gettingContinue reading “We have a saying in Russian”
Category Archives: Harem
Rock. My. Face. Off.
Some movies you anticipate as though you’re back at sixteen years of age, anticipating a life of collegiate debauchery. I mean, seriously. I mean, for real. I mean, holy fucking shit, “Spaaartaaans!” A lot of my contemporaries are weary of these kinds of films. They deconstruct the gleaming outcroppings of abdominal muscle on the sword-waving/spear-throwingContinue reading “Rock. My. Face. Off.”
Our Boy
Jenia solved a serious problem in figure-skating: It. Takes. Itself. Too. Serously. Screw the theory of relativity – this is real achievement right here. I can’t believe it took me 6 years to see such genius at work, and I thank Hareega for bringing it to my attention here. If lapushkas like this can goContinue reading “Our Boy”
A few years back
Marat Safin pulled an Orlando Bloom in the pages of Vogue. The result was guiltily appealing, like a cheesecake: I am especially fond of the belt.
Let’s Hear It For the Boy
My boss might think that Chelsea are “just like the Yankees now,” but, if anything, my soft spot for the boys in blue has grown even more considerable. He has not had a sparkling season, but my lad Andriy was in top form today, as Chelsea found itself at the top of Champions League GroupContinue reading “Let’s Hear It For the Boy”
