Arrrrr..t

It's been a quiet week. I mean having the militsia attempt to kick you out of your flat and a mugging is fairly tranquil for Russia, right?

It's blummin' chilly now as well – according to our landlord the temperature is going to hit MINUS THIRTY next week. That's thirty degrees below zero. M-i-n-u-s thirty. Blurh. No ta. So I'm going to finally purchase some thermals and look as gay as Andy in his short-sleeve/long-sleeve combo. I attempted going out in tights last night which was a HUGE mistake. Genuinely feared for the wellbeing of my thighs. Can it be, that it's almost too cold to go out in Russia?! Dear God. What is one to do of an evening? Knit? Do work? Drink alone in a dark corner? Or all three?

I've also had my first fall in Russia. It felt like a momentous occasion, like I'd been truly embraced by Mother Russia. I was striding confidently homeward bound when I was thwarted by a cheeky hidden manhole cover and totally bailed into a wall. In England everyone would've pointed and laughed at such a mirthful event, but no, the Russians carried on as normal, assuming I was merely a noob to this frozen wasteland. The only victim of the trip was my pride.

We finally said goodbye to Chloe and Halvor too. We went to Griboedov, which is a bar/club/cafe/bomb shelter (they do love their multi-functionality in Russia) for a 'reggae' night that turned out to be a dubstep night in disguise. I'd go so far as to say it was 'bangin'.

I've been culturing this week! Paid a trip to the Benois Wing of the Russian Museum (which is a museum, in Russia) where Malevich's Black Square is being displayed. To my surprise, it was not only black, but also a square! Crikey. The rest of the exhibition included various other paintstuffs by Kandinsky and the like. All very modern and swish. It shocked me that I actually recognised a lot of the work, seeing as I attended two art lectures last year (debatable, I slept through one of those). I'd recommend it to anyone who is a fan of geometric shapes and hilarious looking sculptures.

Not long until home now! I am really looking forward to going back – partly because I love Christmas, partly because I miss my mum and sister and mostly because I can't stand the sight of you 'orrible Benedict lot any more. Jookes. It will be very strange to stop being in constant contact with everyone from the school I must say. But I'm sure we'll stay tight for next semester, eh chaps?

Otherwise I've become a wummi addict (delicious nutritious Haribo worms), enjoyed a far too realistis impression of an owl from Leksika lady (for this is her name) and developed a fetish for Jenson Button's chin. Apparently.

Jenson Button's chin.