Even egg and chips tastes weird in Russia

So, I still have toothache. Looks like I'll have to pay a trip to a Russian dentist, waaaah! I've been recommended a good one that is supposedly fluent in English so we shall see. I'll probably end up having all my teeth removed and become a toothless old crone. At the minute I'm dosed up on some hench painkillers and antibiotics which should do for the time being. I'm down with the physical pain, but the tooth pain related bullying at school is really getting to me. Some people just don't know when enough's enough.

In other more gruesome news, I saw a dead body on the street today. Two suspicious looking men were dragging him away and loading him into a boot. Welcome to Russia! It was really surreal and something I'm not in a hurry to see again. It's strange how callous an attitude there seems to be towards death in Russia, no one seemed bothered or shocked by it.

On a more positive note, I'm off to Moscow on the 16^th! Just for the night to see my partner in crime at Sheffield Uni, Joe 'The Rave' Grange. I'm sooo excited! Even for all Joe's vomming everywhere and bringing home random transvestites he's a nice chap. Hopefully a few people will be going, I don't fancy getting the train alone. Judging by my track record I'd end up in Leeds or something. Again.

Last night we all went to a Mike's 21^st birthday do – as usual I was roughly five hours (fashionably) late. It was a good night – some unexpected hook ups (or just the one shocker actually), a good mix of alcohol and antibiotics, and a bit of a cheeky Atelier (a club in Petersburg, rapidly becoming my regular). I also drunk dialled my friend, shot a lot of vodka after saying I wasn't going to drink, and stole a lot of cigarettes without being caught. Standard. I didn't see Mike towards the end of the night but considering the fact that he started drinking before 12pm I'm sure it must have only ended well. I somehow made it into school looking and feeling rough but to be honest I think I felt worse for the ridiculously oily egg and chips I made myself the night before than the alcohol. Bleeehhh. I was missing home so thought I'd eat something typically English, then realised I don't particularly like egg and chips. Also the crucial sausage was missing. At the risk of innuendo, I'm really craving a good bit of sausage. I'm not especially carnivorous in Britain – I basically just eat what's coming my way – but it's been a month-ish since I had proper meat and I can practically hear the anaemia. I had a quick gander at the meat in our local 'posh' shop and it was green. The cheaper shop, Dixi, also stocks meat, but a friend's landlady told him to “never ever ever buy meat from Dixi”. Maybe I won't then.

I finally bought a coat! It makes me look like a marshmallow made of poo but it's practical. It's the perfect complement to my ginger roots – I attempted to dye my hair back to it's natural brown colour and ended up with red roots. Stupid Russian hair dye. So I'm going to dye it black again. Or bleach it.......