Russian man's Adventure

Dear George,

I hope this message finds you well.  Today is a Friday.  This morning my train was 3mins late.  It is 23*C outside and partly cloudy.  Britain's still using sterling (£) and on average, 1kg of carrots cost 71p. The price of a first class stamp is 46p.

I really enjoyed reading your last couple of posts.  Sounds amazing, I can’t think of anything that’s occurred me in the last few days that is that interesting.  I got a pod cast recorded last night and after posting this I’ll be editing it for your pleasure.

I’ve not had much chance to do my own travelling around of late.  Therefore I have no new stories or adventures to rival your travelling experiences but since you are in Russia I thought I’d tell you about my very own Russian experience I had a few years ago.

I had a Russian girlfriend for a while.  I guess I was her fling all the while she was in living in England.  I met her at the pub around the corner from work.  There was a large group of us and as the evening turned to night and night to early morning, the crowd dissolved until she and I were still chatting away alone.  She was tall with dark hair and very beautiful, she was (and most certainly still is) a theatre designer living in the UK to look for work but wasn’t having any joy.  I told her I’d be more than happy to show her around London and hang out with her since she was feeling very much on her own.

I’ll skip through the mushy part of us holding hands while on long stroll together and our first kiss in the butterfly sanctuary at London Zoo because shortly after that I came to notice she was fucking insane.  It began with constant mumblings about how “stupid” the English were for not celebrating Russian actors as much as English actors. Next she admitted to me that she wasn’t 27 years old, as she’d originally told me, she was in fact 30.  Not a problem at all, I was flattered if anything and she could certainly get away with it…however, the next day she told me she was actually 32.  Then that weekend, before we met up with some old housemate she’d lived with, she told me that if I was asked her age I was to say 33.  The weekend came and went and that Monday morning she finally confessed that in actually fact she was 35.

Now this wasn’t some great love affair we had.  She was leaving the country on new years day and I’d always known that which is why I think I just went along with the whole thing.  But a week before her flight we were talking about God knows what and the subject of evolution came up.  It turned out she didn’t believe in evolution.

“Evolution is a stupid idea. We could never have come from monkeys.  Why are monkeys still around if we came from them?  Man didn’t come from monkeys...well, maybe black people did”

I didn’t see her much after that night.

Take care buddy

yours

Little Dave