A Cryin’ the Dreadful Wind and Rain

It’s cold. Last autumn, September was milder, but the government countered that by refusing to turn on the heat until we were well past the point of no return as far as the approaching winter was concerned. As usual, the heat in this particular building was only turned on after enough people called the mayor’sContinue reading “A Cryin’ the Dreadful Wind and Rain”

A Mere Woman

“I am no man.” – Eowyn. The femininity debate always brings me back to the summer of 1993, spent at my grandparents’ old dacha outside Kiev. As I recall, when we weren’t melting cheese on sticks by an evening fire, or listening to the radio and petting the cat on the veranda as the rainContinue reading “A Mere Woman”

Oh Dynamo! Ohhhh yes!!! More! More!

“Мой бело-синий флаг гордо реет над тобою….” Who’s in the Champions League group stage? Having gone up against rival Spartak, no less? Oh, that would be us, that’s right. Uh huh. Right here. Why am I never home to watch these things? That little bit of victory for me to savour, why must I alwaysContinue reading “Oh Dynamo! Ohhhh yes!!! More! More!”

Britain and Ukraine, Miliband and Yuschenko, Politics and Posturing

I have to laugh when I see people like Victor Yuschenko stand self-righteously stand against tyranny with David Miliband (i.e. with a representative of the same country that helped illegally invade Iraq, whose politicians will never admit that their idiotic actions have inspired the general lawlessness of today) while the British press laps it allContinue reading “Britain and Ukraine, Miliband and Yuschenko, Politics and Posturing”