Friday, 10 May 2013

So Long, and Thanks for All the Fish

Dear Readers,

I fear this blog is drawing to its natural conclusion! I am safely back in Blighty, surrounded by my lovely family in my cosy house in the peaceful North London suburb that is my neck of the woods.

My last full day in Russia went pretty well: my final day in class was spent watching an old Soviet comedy film called "Kidnapping Caucassian Style or Shurik's New Adventures", writing in the guestbook and saying goodbye to teachers and admin assistants. They wrote out a nice certificate saying my Russian is B1+/B2 level (which I have lost in the chaos that is my room at the moment), and have sent me a nice reference about the internship which I surely don't deserve.

After school, by my request, some friends and I went for lunch at a Georgian restaurant called Cat which is just round the corner from the school, and I got a last bite of my favourite cheesy bread and chicken stew. Afterwards we strolled round Dom Knigi and I picked up a copy of Master & Margarita (in English - cheat!), a Georgian cookbook (for cheesy bread re-creation at home), and some Serbian-Russian parallel text phrasebooks just for giggles. A friend showed me the way to the game shop where I bought 2 versions of Dixit - a super-cool card game that revolves around your own creativity, storytelling ability and some very beautiful picture cards.

That evening I had a few guests over for drinks but most went home early; most of the students were off on a trip to Peterhof the next day as the weather had cheered up significantly. I went out with 2 others to the party district Dumskaya, where we went to a bar that I frankly found awful (DJ played the same set twice I think, only good points were Marilyn Manson's cover of Tainted Love and some Muse song). I spent about an hour sleeping with my head on the bar or on a table in the corner and dragged my sorry self home once I woke up at about 4am. I'm so glad most of my friends in the UK enjoy the same Rock/Alternative club nights I do! Don't have to pretend to dance awkwardly to dreadful pop-music in a club full of creepy Russian men :D At least not if I can help it...

On Saturday another guy from my class shared a taxi with me to the airport: after security I didn't see him still the luggage carousel at the other end as he swanned off to business class. Pardon me for sounding bitter, once I'd had a taste of the luxuries of queue-jump, leg-room and better food I find it hard to go back to the harsh realities of hour-long waits to check-in etc. The flight went uneventfully aside from helping a few Russians fill out their landing cards. D + A met me at the airport, and whisked me home for a treat dinner of Chinese takeaway (oh crispy duck, how I've missed you!).

I almost can't believe I've only been home a week, it feels like much longer probably because I've been out a lot and got a lot done:

- Sunday: met my friend in London in the afternoon, went to Paul's bakery for hot chocolate, walked along the Southbank and around Westminister, and ended up in Picadilly at Ed's Diner talking about punk over bottomless glasses of fizzy drinks.
- Monday: tutored a girl in Russian, saw Nina Conti the ventriloquist comedienne (click for YouTube) with A in the evening, got covered in dead puppet
- Tuesday: saw my counsellor, wandered around Enfield town phone-shopping and came back instead with a large chunk of ham from Lidl and some brown pitta bread (mmm proper brown bread, how I've missed you!), went to a Russian evening courtesy of A's Russian classmate - we drank wine, talked almost exclusively in Russian and sang Russian songs. More Russian than Russia I reckon!
- Wednesday: got my hair cut, bopped about Camden and got a wicked Katsu curry at Tanakatsu in the Stables Market (just behind the guy with a hammer and anvil), and some tasty-good ice-cream at Chin Chin Laboratorists (Europe's first liquid Nitrogen ice-cream parlour, stick that in your pipe and lick it)
- Thursday: after much deliberation decided on and bought a phone online. Wished it would hurry up and arrive, I'm so excited to meet my HTC Desire X! It even has an X in the name and that's how I know it's going to be cool :P Found the most gorgeous suitcases. In the evening I went belly dancing. I'm so out of practice and ungraceful, I kicked a girl in the shin twice while attempting the Arabesques! My shimmy needs much work.
- Today: bought a case and a memory card for aforementioned new ruler of my life, plus some headphones to replace my free-on-a-bus-tour "What do you mean treble?" current pair. Booked massage appointment to sort out angry shoulder, which is angry. Went to the Nightingale Cancer Support Centre shop to ask for my old position back, was immediately given 2 shifts and asked if I could help out right that very moment. I stayed all afternoon, then came home to discover The Great British Bake Off - mmm hot guy and cake-baking, two of my favourite things.
- Tomorrow: I am going to volunteer in the morning and dance the night away to the tune of Jaya the Cat.


I'm completely destroying my to-do list like a killer whale destroys seals. So as you can see, my life has taken a turn for the better since I came back to the UK; I'm feeling healthier in mind and body, and if I had a soul I'm sure it'd feel spiffing too.

I hope wherever you are that life is good, and that if it isn't good that it's going to get better soon :)

Best wishes, many thanks to all of you who read this blog if it was just one post or if you consumed the lot. You made me feel less alone in the wilderness of my year abroad, just seeing some numbers on my blog stats (over 5600 pageviews since I started) that said some people knew and cared. Before I start to get all emotional on you I'll bid you goodbye and good luck!

So long, and thanks for all the fish,
Lois x

Thursday, 2 May 2013

An Approximation of Happiness

I am feeling almost happy now, because I know I'm going home on Saturday (in a few minutes time it'll be tomorrow). That knowledge, plus the encouragement of friends, has helped me seize the day more while I'm here and motivated me to do some fun stuff that I'd kept putting off because I'd 'do it next week'.

Fun things included:

  • Staying in a nightclub till it closed at 6am (in Russia they close so late because the bridges go up around 1am and don't go down until about 5am)
  • Skanking along Nevsky Prospekt after said occurence
  • Going to Tkachi (the cool shopping centre) to buy the awesome button-down-shirt-rucksack and a few souvenirs
  • A picnic on the beach on Krestovsky Island with my friends
  • Fondue (well, it was raclette in the end) evening, and also a taco evening on a different night, at Lisa's
  • Tried bubble tea - delicious!
  • Lovely veggie dinner at the Botanki vegetarian restaurant
  • Homemade Mojitos, Margharitas and karaoke at another mate's house
So I've been busy drinking and eating and shopping and singing and dancing it would seem!

Future intentions include:
  • Farewell party tomorrow night of some variety
  • Booking appointments to improve all aspects of wellbeing: haircut, massage, counsellor, dentist etc.
  • Making arrangements to see my friends and family back in the UK
  • Planning my trip to visit my brother in Stockholm in July
  • Picking new suitcases for doing said travelling with - birthday present from D & A
  • Buying a new tent for the summer's festivals (my old one is falling apart and covered in vegetarian chili that I haven't cleaned off since Boomtown, ain't nobody got time for that)
  • Hitting the gym and the cycling hard, and eating healthier - gonna show my now-diabetic D some solidarity and join him and A in qutting eating puddings at home
  • Picking some new curtains to finish off the pimping of my bedroom
That's all I've thought of so far, but look at all that awesome stuff that's gonna get done: heck yeah.

Also I am so excited to open all the packages that should be waiting for me when I get home!

Night night, probably see you on the other side of Europe!
x

Thursday, 25 April 2013

Decisions, Decisions...

This hasn't been an easy decision to make, and I haven't taken it lightly at all.

What I'm trying to say is that I'm coming home early. I'm not chickening out, I've just had enough of trying to deal with my (reoccurring) mental health issues without professional help and pretending they're not a problem.

I'd love to say I'm a happy-go-lucky optimistic girl all the time, but the truth is I am one of those "1 in 4 people [who] will experience some kind of mental health problem in the course of a year" (Mental Health Foundation UK statistic). This isn't something easy to open up about, but I feel it's beneficial to be honest about why I'm coming home so people reading this blog understand that persevering through homesickness on a year abroad is one thing, but that dealing with depression on your own is quite another.

I'm flying back to the UK on Saturday 4th of May. The reason why it's not sooner is because:
a) it's a lot of co-ordination to try and sort all this stuff out with landlord, school, flights and so on
b) if I stay in Russia for 10 weeks it's fine with my university, but 9 is too short and would result in repercussions for my funding.
c) my lovely friends have made it possible by being very sweet and understanding, and helping get me out the house most of the day so I'm not going weird on my own.

I really appreciate everyone who has offered words of support and understanding and sent me e-hugs and the like.

Lois x

Monday, 22 April 2013

Massive catch-up

I haven't written a blog in a while as I've had a most tumultuous few weeks. Last I wrote was Monday 8th, so here's run down in dates and pictures.

9/4 Meant to meet Lindsay and go shopping, was dead excited. Alena forced me to cancel and work for 4 hours. Started to regret this internship thing.

11/4 Rob arrived, we chilled and went for dinner next to the hotel at a decent Thai place. The Saint-Petersburg hotel does have excellent views from the rooms with a Neva view, and actual double beds (not just 2 singles pushed together), but in other ways is very basic - no nice free toiletries to steal!

12/4 I went to school, Rob on a tour of town. We went for lunch at Grizzly Bar, and I don't care what the reviewers say, I think it's wicked. The cheerleader-waitresses could do with being rather more cheery, but my burger was fittingly bigger than my face and delicious which is all that matters really. Then we tried to go to the bread museum and failed because they'd already stopped admissions for the day, so we went to the museum or erotica instead. This is the most PG photo I took there:


The school had a vodka party on for Cosmonauts' Day, so we went along and had what could be described as too much. I ended up playing guitar and singing quietly to myself trying to work out Swing Life Away by Rise Against, which I used to know by heart. I also chatted to lots of people I hadn't got properly acquainted with before so that was worthwhile. Afterwards nothing was happening with my friends so Rob & I went to an Irish pub called O'Hooligans which may or may not have been nice, all I remember is the Long Island Iced Tea there is very, very strong.

Gratuitous ceiling shot
13/4 Hopped a bus to my ends to grab something from my flat. Took a walk from there to the St. Isaac's cathedral which is a St. Petersburg must-see, via a great restaurant called Teplo. I've been up to the cathedral colonnade before where you can get stunning views of the city and take great photos, but entrance to the cathedral is separate. The inside is stunning, of course. In the evening we relaxed, had a picnic in the hotel room and watched Adventure Time - time well spent.



14/4 Walked all the way from the hotel to the Kunstkamera on the Vasilevsky Island. I was happy to go round again because I saw some things that I'd rushed past before, and learnt some more interesting things. Didn't spend such a long time in front of the pickled deformed babies this time round! We crossed over to the palace embankment to do the compulsory tourist thing of taking pictures in front of the Winter Palace. Then I had to go home and work on proof-reading some documents for work before DISTEMPER. Distemper are my second favourite band in the world, ever, after A. I'd only seen them live once before, and that was a brief early-afternoon set at Mighty Sounds festival last year. In Aurora they totally set it off - their fans were very up for skanking, conga lines and circle pits despite it being Sunday night. They played many of my favourite songs, so I was a very happy bunny. I bought a t-shirt too, it has a top-hatted dreadlock-wearing skull with crossed pimp-canes on it. Sick as :D

15/4-18/4 Nothing much happened. I broke up with Rob (I always had the feeling it would be a make-or-break trip, bit disappointed that it was the latter, but glad I ended it because it was not a thing that was going to make either of us happy in the long run). I baked brownies round at Lisa's house and we ate them half-burnt, half-raw with lots of ice-cream. I did a lot of laundry too, and I got excited for...

Saintly halo? On the upper bunk of the train!
18/4 MOSCOW! On Thursday night I met Yael and Lisa outside Stockmann and we headed to Moskovsky Station to take the night train to Moscow. After a great deal of confusion with ticket-machines and queueing at the ticket offices we managed to exchange our printed coupons for real train tickets. The train left at 11pm and got in at 7.15am. We took plenty of snacks, slept in our clothes and generally found it rather pleasant and convenient. I had a laugh trying to get up to the top bunk, but in the end slept rather well, rocked by the motion of the train.

19/4 Once we arrived at Leningradsky station we lugged our rucksacks and cases to the Backpacker Ecohostel to dump them there, stopping for a coffee in Kitay-Gorod on the way. We took a walk in the warmth and sunshine to Red Square, which was beautiful and awe-inspiring and as impressive as the first time I saw it back in October. We wandered through the Kremlin but ultimately were a bit disappointed that we couldn't take a seat in the gardens, and that everywhere you go there are armed policemen blowing whistles as you if you put a foot out of place. 
St Basil's is stunning

From the heights of the Kremlin wall we spotted a boat on the river, and decided to ask tourist info where we'd catch such a cruise. Turned out the season had started that day! So we hot-footed it to Gorky Park and rushed through to the jetty. We just missed a boat that went east through town, but got on the next one a minute later. On the boat you can buy cheap drinks and sit either inside or out on the top deck. It took maybe 45 mins to get to Kiev station, which is only 1 metro away from where we started, but it was a very pleasant time and we didn't pay a kopeck for it!
On a boat!
Back at the hostel afterwards we showered and napped, recovering our energy. We went for a Chinese dinner in the evening, and then on the way home we noticed a beauty parlour offering very cheap manicures. It took us all of a minute to decide it was a great idea, and soon we were all seated watching The Hangover in Russian in plush fuchsia chairs, having our nails filed and painted by attentive and almost-silent young ladies. Funnily enough I'd never had a manicure before - I never knew that my cuticles needed pushing and cutting off with tiny sharp scissors, or that the skin around my nails should be trimmed. However, the final effect is very nice: lovely neat black nails with a hint of blue glitter. Me gusta :) After that pudding and cocktails were consumed at Dve Palochki before hitting the hay.

20/4 Saturday morning I lead Lisa and Yael to the Ismailovsky flea market where I bought all my souvenirs last time. They said they really enjoyed it and seemed to have a lot of success shopping so that made me happy. I bought a few trinkets - a fridge magnet and a cute ladybird-bracelet. At the Ismailovsky Kremlin there was some kind of Renaissance fair going on, with men dressed as knights (bogatyrs), having pretend sword fights to power metal music. Kids were playing cute medieval games and making cardboard swords and shields. D'aww.

MGU and me
After all that we napped (phew, this tourist stuff is exhausting!), and then went for dinner at a super place Yael picked out that was round the corner called Zapasnik Art-Garbage. Not as pretentious as it sounds, I found it quite endearing that all the dishes were named after works of art, and the kebabs were wicked. Quite expensive though we spent a long time there having a right laugh. We popped to the nearest shop to buy provisions for breakfast to find it was basically Fortnum & Masons! They even had Fortnum's teas for sale. You could pay a tenner for a loaf of bread there if you weren't careful. Early night ensued I think.

21/4 It felt like our time in Moscow was all too brief when I had to pack up Sunday morning. Our adventure to Vorobyovy Gory (Sparrow Hills) started a little late because I got talking to another resident of the hostel: turned out she was also a former Kitezh volunteer who had been there on her 3rd year abroad back in 2007! Small world! On the way to Sparrow Hills we got rather shaken: on the metro, right in front of us, a fight broke out between opposing sides of football supporters. Spartak vs something red & blue. It was very frightening for all of us: I nearly jumped into the lap of the lady to my left! Some guy was bleeding, others were swinging from the handrails while kicking out with their legs. Scary biscuits. We leapt off the train and got the next one, thank God we pulled into a station quickly.

After that our walk was pleasant if chilly and windy - the views from the top are worth the trek, and the Moscow State University building (one of the famous Seven Sisters skyscrapers) has architecture that makes even little me marvel, and I'm not normally interested in that.

French 'Glamour' mag - I want ska cake!
After another metro ride (and a trek to find Universitet station!) we got to Arbat, did the typical walking thing of walking along and trying to pick a place to eat. We settled on Mu-Mu, which is bizarrely cow-themed. We stuffed ourselves silly and then headed for a photo opp at the Bolshoi Theatre. On the way we saw probably over a hundred teenagers holding 'Free Hugs!' signs walking down the Arbat and hugging anyone who came up to them. I thought the was the cutest and happiest and most cheerful thing I've ever seen Russians do, and I wish it happened in SPB, but I think that SPB people are too grumpy and gloomy for that!

From the Bolshoi we travelled back to the hostel and lazed about in common room reading magazines until we decided to pick up our bags and get moving. We stopped for tea at a cute cafe (mmm peppermint tea) before going down the metro. Finding the ticket office at Leningradsky was a nightmare, but once we'd got our tickets we were most relieved. Some noms were acquired at Kroshka Kartoshka and we say about playing cards until it was time to board the train at 21.30. We departed at 22.10 and got back to SPB at 06.00... oof. So I bussed it home and went straight to bed. 

22/4 I had every intention of getting up for school at 08.30 today but my body had other ideas and I came round 2 hours after that! Since then I have mostly been writing this and Skyping my parents, but that's another story and not such a happy one.

I hope to keep you more informed of goings-on in the future,
Bye for now!
x

Monday, 8 April 2013

A Visit from the 'Rents: Part 2

  Like the ska kid I am I'm going to pick it up (where I left off), I've been mega busy and a bit ill hence no posts for nearly a week.

Wednesday


Organ donated by Chicago, never played!
I played truant and took the morning off school, reason being the friend I made in the cafe that random time was flying to New York that evening. She had kindly offered to give me a tour of the Grand Choral Synagogue, so I was really grateful she made some time in between shopping and packing to give me and my parents a marvellous and eye-opening tour of the synagogue, and also glad I had a chance to say goodbye and bon voyage in person! I don't think I would have seen the synagogue otherwise, and if I hadn't taken her tour I would never have got to see the attic, the room where they store all the old books (Jewish law forbids burning them, sacred texts and items must be given a ceremonial burial), and hear all the stories. After the tour we went round the shop - I found a tub of houmous which I consider a major victory. D&A stopped at mine for tea and a bite of lunch, then we headed out again.

Room full of old sacred texts and items
Main hall of the Grand Choral Synagogue










We caught a bus tour of town that was more infuriating than anything! This kind of tour is good if you only have a weekend in the city: you can spend a few hours listening to audio commentary while driving around and looking out the windows, and you get a few opportunities to get off the bus, stretch your legs and take pictures. For example, we stopped outside the St. Isaac Cathedral and monument to Nicholas I, outside the Aurora cruiser, and in front of Saviour on Spilled Blood. I did much the same trip when I came here in July 2011, but I learned a few new bits and bobs still. However, for the whole tour the same music looped in the headphones! It was behind the commentary and also in the breaks, and often the audio skipped back to the start of the previous segment, repeating what had just been heard. Like having 'Land of Hope and Glory' played at you for several hours. Wouldn't recommend that company, Davranov tours...

A bustling Marketplace
For dinner we stopped at Marketplace on Nevsky Prospekt, which I read about in a guide. Really liked the laid-back atmosphere, all the food was yummy, and the system of taking a tray and picking what you like from the huge selection on offer means you can have whatever kind of cuisine takes your fancy at the time. The chefs cook the food up right in front of you, if you keep a keen eye out you can get a salmon steak fresh off the grill! My favourite bit was the citrus kompot though, a sweet drink made of dried fruits (and full of sugar!) that I got pretty fond of in Orion.

Thursday

After classes on Thursday the troops were rallied to head to the Baltika Brewery for a tour. It took a while to get there - a metro all the way to Parnas, then a wait for a big Baltika-branded company coach to pick us up. We weren't allowed to take pictures inside the brewery for security reasons, but trust me the enormous fermenting and largering vessels were very impressive! They held over a million litres of beer at a time or something ridiculous. So we got the whole spiel: company history, how they brew their beer, where they get their hops and barley from (good question D!), and a tour of their own Baltika mini-museum. The best part was the tasting, obviously! We were seated at 2 long tables in their tasting bar, on which about 15 kinds of beer per table were laid. Some were repeats, but I tried to get round to tasting all the unfamiliar ones. One tasted of black bread and was brewed from rye (yuck!), but I really liked their super-girly Eve beer. It's aimed straight at the female market with swirly purple stickers and all, but the mango & orange and passionfruit flavours were super-tasty. Not as good as Belgian fruit beer mind you, but then this is Russian beer we're talking about!
So punk, taking photos where it's not allowed...

On a dare I slipped a bottle of beer into my hoody pocket from the tasting, escaped unnoticed too! Strangely I pinched the Old Bobby English-style ale though, which was probably a strange thing to do seeing as it wasn't the very best of the bunch. Still, at least it's one that's easy to drink when I get round to it. At the end we were given commemorative half-litre glasses which are exclusive "As a reminder of your visit to our company" ones. Snazzy.

Once back in town I went out for dinner as it was a friend's last night out. After that we hit a few bars - the first had live music going on which varied from a bit rubbish to pretty cool. I went and danced a bit, but on asking for a CD or a band name neither was forthcoming. We switched to another bar which started out empty apart from us and a few girls on a night out. After drinking up some courage we started on the karaoke in earnest: Phillip and I being the token metalheads decided it'd be a great idea to request some Rammstein and System of a Down, and scared pretty much everyone in the bar with our growling and headbanging! Awesome times.

Some point after many shots I ended up dancing on the table. I will maintain that Lisa started it, and I only followed suit because the guys called me a loser. Bold, stupid, drunk, call me what you will, but Vodka-Lois was not going to be called a loser! Oh dear Vodka-Lois, oh dear.

Friday

Predictably I was horribly hungover come Friday morning but also feeling very ill with a cold. I'd been sneezing the whole day before but Friday I was utterly stuffed-up, so I lounged in bed, watched The Perks of Being a Wallflower (enjoyable film), and D&A came over with essential groceries and commiserations.

Saturday


Took a walking tour of town with D&A themed around the revolution and early Soviet times. Didn't learn an awful lot but the guide was very nice. I learned about the first communal building in St. Petersburg, how it was mainly occupied by kulaks and other wealthy ex-peasants. The grim tale goes that once they started voicing their dissatisfaction with the Soviet lifestyle most residents of the building were put to death: an eerie tale indeed.

We took a break for lunch in Cherdak which is not at all far from the Museum of Political History. The latter is worth a trip because if, like me, you haven't studied Russian history post-1900 properly then you'll learn a lot about the chronology of events after the revolution. It gives an idea of what life was like in Soviet times, lots of info on Lenin, Stalin and Khrushchev too. My favourite exhibit was this poster on the left, advertising an Akvarium concert on October 1st 1983. Nostalgic!

Sunday

D&A invited me over to their hotel for breakfast: I stuffed myself with bacon pancakes, smoked salmon and sour cream pancakes, pineapple (aint nobody got time to cut up a pineapple!) and cheesecake. I cried a bit as they drove off in the taxi, but I was far more glad they made the trip than sad that they had to go home again. They treated me to so many museum trips and tasty dinners. I really enjoyed being a tourist here, not just a student and intern.

Today (Monday) was back to the old school grind, but I was more oblivious than usual having missed 2 days. Those are the only 2 days I've skipped so far and I'm nearly halfway through my time here, I think that's an achievement. Thursday will be halfway through my time here, and also is the day my boyfriend is arriving from London. Awesome times ahead!
x

Tuesday, 2 April 2013

A visit from the 'rents: Part 1. Wherein Lois mostly eats food.

How is it already the end of Tuesday? I have no idea!

Saturday

So Dad + Anne arrived on Saturday, I met them at their hotel (the Alexander House Boutique Hotel, it's as 4* as the name sounds, think they'd recommend it), whereupon they presented me with a massive M&S bag full of goodies from England.
Featuring: 6 Creme Eggs, a Green & Black's easter egg, several bars of Sainsbury's Taste the Difference Chocolate, 2 jars of crunchy peanut butter, 2 packets of Jaffa Cakes, vegetarian stock cubes, The Men That Will Not Be Blamed For Nothing t-shirt, the new Say Anything CD and Let's Go Nowhere's EP. You know, just the essentials!
We then went for dinner at Rada & K, a vegetarian and vegan restaurant (36 Gorokhovaya ulitsa, just off Sadovaya ulitsa). I'd rate it quite well - the system of picking from a wide choice of ready-prepared dishes, salads and desserts means no waiting for food, and the lady on the door was super-helpful with finding us a table while we went to grab our food. We tried some plov (pilaf I think in English) and potato dishes, as well as a couple salads, all cheap and cheerful. I think it's an easy place for non-Russians to go because you can just look at the dishes and point to what you want, no language necessary.

Sunday 

Me and my new bf, Peter the Great
Sunday D+A came to my flat, met Denis my flatmate and we all had a long chat. Then the three of us tourists went off the the Peter-Paul Fortress to sightsee. Lunch was at a cafe claiming it served 'Soviet specialities'. I couldn't tell it much apart from today's Russian cuisine, not much has changed, apart from the food's gone a bit cold. We went around the cathedral, the outside of which is unfortunately under restoration at the moment and not visible for scaffolding; we went around the prison museum (eerie and stuffy, but very interesting as it was especially for high-profile political prisoners during Tsarist times, and about as far as you can get from the London Dungeon franchise); and around the Museum of the History of Saint Petersburg (which is bigger than it looks and takes a long time to go around with the audioguide. I'd suggest walking through early history if that's not your bag and skipping to the juicier bits - my favourite exhibit is a 5' tall dollshouse which is a perfect little replica of a 19th Century St Petersburg block of apartments.

For dinner on Sunday I led them to Agravi where I dined with my friends on Friday as I'd enjoyed the food so much. The waitress recognised me, we must have been quite a rowdy bunch! My god, Khachapuri is such a brilliant thing. It's pizza-shaped, with the entire disc of the base being stuffed with cheese, more cheese sprinkled on top of the surprise-cheese flatbread receptacle, and then grilled until melted and golden brown on top. Then stuffed into my face. Oh god. I want more now. The Chakhokhbili (spiced chicken stew) was wonderful as well. It's fancy, about £20 for a two course meal with drinks, but great for an occasional treat.

Gimme
Monday

The Leningrad Defence Museum
On Monday after my classes we headed to the Leningrad Defence Museum, stopping on the way at Botanika for lunch which was conveniently situated opposite Solyanoy Pereulok on which the museum is located. Serendipity worked out very nicely: I had the best salad I've ever ordered in a restaurant (warm tomato, asparagus, broccoli, kale and parmesan) and some tasty samosas. The combo plates are a clever idea for the indecisive who want filling up quickly.

The Leningrad Defence Museum I would highly recommend. I got in for a mere 100 roubles for convincing the cashier I was a Russian student. Foreigners pay higher prices for entry, so always try on your best "Один студент" ('Adeen studyent', lit. one student) and show them your ISIC card. That is, if you are a student. Adults just say "Adeen" and put down your money. That should cut it.

The museum had most interesting parts summed up in English on plaques but I understood most of the Russian. There was an exhibition of propaganda relating to WWII and the siege of Leningrad. Would you believe people made jelly from joiner's glue and boiled up leather belts to eat? It's one of the longest sieges in history, at 900 days between 1941-44. Sombre and harrowing yes, but makes far more of an impression than getting your history facts off Wikipedia.

Tuesday

While I was in school working away D+A kindly dropped by Computer World and picked me up a shiny new operational digital camera, so expect to see a more pictures on this blog from now on! The ones here today were mainly taken by Anne's tablet as I've only just now switched on my new camera. Though it's a Which Best Buy (Dad did all the research, I just nodded and said 'Ok, I'll get that one') the battery cover feels really flimsy, but hey, it was only £60 and when I'm buying my own digital camera I'd always go for a value-for-money point-and-shoot over anything fancy that I can't use properly.

The Museum of F.M. Dostoevskii
After a wolfing some tasty Russian-style pastries at the rather inaptly named British Bakery we went to the Dostoevsky House Museum on Kuznechny Pereulok 5. I found the museum wonderful, though it could really have done with some seats. You need to get an audioguide for 170 roubles on top of the 80 rouble student entrance ticket because there's no posters or descriptions on anything. Disadvantage being the audioguide is really long, and with no seats there's no way I could listen through the whole thing in one go. I think I'd take another trip there just to enjoy the whole audioguide talk. The museum is in two parts: the apartment itself decked out as it would have been in Dostoevsky's time there (he moved house many times, but this is the one they've preserved as a museum), and the other part which is more about his life and work. I have already studied an awful lot about this classic Russian writer but I still learned plenty new today which just goes to show it's a very informative museum.

We had dinner at Ukrop just around the corner. Very English-friendly there, with menus very well translated although missing a few tricks: we had to google a few ingredients to find they were only sweet potato (batata), mooli/white radish (daikon) and diced tomatoes (tomato concasse). I thought I wasn't very hungry but the salad only whet my appetite for more raw/vegan food, so I shared the raw courgette pasta with tomato sauce, and had a slice of vegan banana cake for pudding. Top notch grub! Nobody will ever hire me to do restaurant reviews...

This has taken forever to write, it's pretty much time for bed now! Night night!
x

Saturday, 30 March 2013

Superstition / Culinary Adventures

I feel pretty rancid today, but that's a sign of a very good day had yesterday.

Class was ok, we had a grammar test (such fun!), finished the topic of religion and superstition in second class. The latter was easily one of the most interesting topics I've covered in my study of Russia, but that fits with my general interest in culture, literature and folklore. I found out all kinds of weird and interesting things Russians take for bad omens that are quite different to what we do in England, like:

  • No whistling indoors, it means you're whistling your money away (or at least offending the guardian angels).
  • No handing over gifts, no greetings and no goodbyes over a threshold - that's where demons dwell.
  • If you're moving home it's good luck to make sure the cat goes in first.
  • If you leave the house and feel you've forgotten something it's best not to go back. If you do, you must look in the mirror before you leave again or you'll have a bad journey.
  • The left side of the body is associated with luck and good fortune, and the right with evil and bad luck. So if your left palm itches you'll receive money, and if your right itches you'll give it away. If your left eye itches you'll be happy, but an itchy right eye will lead to tears. Stumbling on your left leg is a sign of good luck in the future, but on your right leg quite the opposite. Many bad omens seem to be counteracted by spitting three times over your left shoulder and saying "In order not to jinx it". Jinx is the best translation I can think of for сглазить - this verb comes from the noun сглаз (sglaz) which is the 'evil eye'.
  • If you break glass, the smaller the shards the more happiness there'll be, hence the whole thing of breaking crockery at weddings.
  • Monday 13th is unlucky, as opposed to Friday 13th. Monday in general is unlucky, and Russians try not to start new and important endeavours on a Monday, such as signing contracts, performing operations or lending money.
  • 13 is an unlucky number, 7 and 3 are lucky and lots of sayings and idioms feature them.
Just like in England they have the superstition of knocking on wood, but it's slightly different. In Russia they knock on wood if they're talking or boasting about something they want to happen in the future, to stop it from being 'jinxed'. In England we knock on wood when we're talking about something we don't want to happen, as if to forbid it from occurring. They have the same deal with spilling salt - you have to throw some over your left shoulder.

My lucky number is 4 and I seem to strongly believe in that, and I'll always lean towards picking the right-hand option or a even number. One of my obsessive habits used to be that I had to chew my last bite of food on the right side of my mouth. Actually, I don't talk about being obsessive when I was a kid, but really I was and it was very inconvenient. It was around the age when I went to secondary school and wanted to seem 'normal' and make friends, when I quit Sunday school because I decided it was brainwashing me to be a "good little Jewish girl", that I sort of decided that I had to quit all my obsessive habits. It wasn't easy, especially the handwriting - I've had talks with others and discovered I wasn't the only one who had problems with writing letters but finding them to feel 'empty' and had to go over and over and over the lines, until my letters were enormous 20pt. things. Things like the mobiles that hung in my room had to be arranged 'just so' or I wouldn't sleep.

Other things aren't just an irrational preference though, I know I act in a way that looks superstitious sometimes. Talking about all this made me notice how I really do knock on wood, throw spilled salt, try not to open an umbrella indoors, count magpies, and cross my fingers for luck.

I think even the people that believe themselves to be the most rational and educated can still have superstitious habits because they're so ingrained in us from early childhood that it's like a reflex reaction, and that way we end up passing them from generation to generation.

I'd love to know what you think. Are you superstitious, or do you do superstitious things even though you don't believe in them? What's your lucky number?

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A more diary entry kind of thing:

Yesterday I got all excited about visiting an Indian restaurant with friends from school called The Magic Tea House. I really liked the jewel-embellished door and the gorgeous middle-eastern décor  Unfortunately they were all out of falafel platters which was our first choice of thing to eat, once we'd figured out the whole place was vegetarian. Felt rather bad about that, I didn't mean to inconvenience the guys who seem to be very much "I need meat! Every meal if possible!", but maybe the experience expanded their horizons or something - I got a lot of jealous looks from the burrito- and sandwhich-eaters when after a long wait my Cheddar-topped Moroccan vegetable bake arrived. Not the biggest fan of soya or the results of eating it (anyone who's eaten soya knows what I mean), but it tasted pretty decent with all those herbs and spices flavouring it. Also I was so hungry I burnt the roof of my mouth really badly, ouch!

I went out again in the evening for the 'official' leaving do of some awesome people from school: we went to a great Georgian restaurant called Agravi. It was rather expensive compared to other places I've been here: £30 for main course, pudding, a glass of wine, coffee and water (tap water not being an option always adds to the bill in SPB). The food was delicious: I had a stew of veal in parsley and spring onion broth which was delicious: the meat was cooked so perfectly. I think next time I'm at a Georgian place I'll get a whole dish of chakhokhbili, which is a spicy chicken stew with tomato and onion that I tried a bit of. Also the bread they gave us for starters came with this great smoked-paprika-filled dipping sauce. I think we left there at 1am! Then we went on a quest to find a nice bar with cocktails and a dance-floor but were thwarted by the expensive deposit policies: 1000 to 1500 roubles to get in, which goes towards your orders of drinks and food (or maybe it's all-you-can-drink? I didn't understand). However, if it's gone 1am and you don't know if you'd like to stay in that place all night then you hardly want to fork out £20-30. We ended up in a quiet underground bar that had the weirdest 'fashion TV' channel on its screens, and chatted away the hours, shared a taxi and got back home at about 4am!

Hope you have a great weekend,
x

Thursday, 28 March 2013

Sorry St Petersburg

Dear Saint Petersburg,

I am sorry I slag you off, honestly I don't mean to say you're always horrible. Sometimes you're in a bad mood, and you're all down-in-the-mouth, feeling grey and miserable. I get that too. Sometimes it's just the bad weather and that's not your fault either! I'm a way nicer person in warmer temperatures too.

Some days you're just fabulous, you're so bright and clear, warm and inviting. When the sun is out you're totally different, and I could hang out with you all day, strolling along the embankments and marvelling at the architecture. I really like spending time with you and my friends, you're always up for sushi and a beer, or for trying some place new. We can be out having a righteous time without spending a lot of money when we know where to look. Also you're totally into ska-punk music and that's totally rad, I can easily get used to going to 2 gigs a week every week! You like to party too, that's cool, sometimes I get past my inhibitions (and past a few drinks) and feel like dancing on the tables.

I'm sorry I called you 'large', that was uncalled for, especially as I come from London so I can hardly talk. You might be dirty but I heard that Moscow is downright filthy. If you were too clean-cut I probably wouldn't like you anyway, after all I'm a bit rough around the edges. You could do with being a bit more alternative, maybe getting some hair dye and piercings? Go on, you know you want to!

Yours apologetically,
Lois

Tuesday, 26 March 2013

Don't Stop Skanking / Homesick

I've been feeling rather sad and out of it all day, and have come to the conclusion I'm currently experiencing the comedown from the Reel Big Fish show on Sunday night.

Avrora, located inside an oddly cylindrical frontage out the front of the Saint Petersburg hotel, is a pretty awesome concert hall. Compared to A2 it's smaller but still a mid-sized venue, but by a long shot more fun - the walls are covered in Jack Daniel's branding, the stage is a damn sight lower, and the circular standing space just begs for circle pits. The long bar has a pleasantly lethal-looking cocktail menu that I didn't dare sample on my own, and the loos are predictably hilariously rubbish (was playing the old game of 'Lock? Loo roll? Not too disgusting?'). The sound is rather good - I was very naughty and didn't keep my ear protectors in because it wasn't that loud.

The support act were Riot Gang, they're Russian but have a few English songs too. They play punk-rock with a pinch of off-beat ska guitars in a very energetic vein. Ok, they're far from polished and shiny but then again that can be a very good thing in these days of over-production. The vocalist adopts what seems to be the Russian equivalent of a bratty American accent, makes me laugh a bit and reminds me of Allister (don't shoot me, I like Allister, but you've got to admit the accent's a bit over-the-top). Riot Gang have a bandcamp here where you can listen to their music and download it for free.

Do I need to say anything about Reel Big Fish? Just... go see them live. They are just about one of the most fun live bands I've ever seen. Even if their new album Candy Coated Fury on record doesn't really do it for me, they played 5 of them live and I won't say they were low-points in the set. They fit very well into RBF's live repertoire, and they still played those compulsory numbers that everyone loves: Beer, Sell Out, Take On Me, Monkey Man, She Has A Girlfriend Now to name a few. My feet barely touched the ground as I skanked away the hours they were on stage. I'm pretty sure that I forced a guy to barn-dance with me at one point (you know, where you hook arms and swing round, then unhook and swing to the next partner). I bagged a set-list by pointing at the floor of the stage repeatedly until the roadie handed them out, and bought myself an obnoxiously bright yellow t-shirt that doesn't suit my complexion in the slightest, but caring about that isn't very punk! Don't tell me you need a link to their music, do you live underground?

Top-notch night really. Had a bit of panic when I thought the metro was shut on the way home but I followed some other people from the show who led the way to the other, open, entrance.

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However, the comedown bit is that I feel really rubbish today. My old pal homesickness is back with a violent vengeance making me miss all my friends and family, and the cold, snowy St Petersburg climate with its filthy air makes me feel pretty down. There's a ton of scaffolding being put up on my street, think this means noise and inconvenience for the foreseeable future.

Lesson for all future year-abroad people out there

DO NOT go to a city you know you don't like. Seriously, me and Piter have never been the best of friends; I wasn't the city's biggest fan after my 2-week trip here in July 2011. Don't glamorise the White Nights: it's no fun being unable to sleep, covered in mosquito bites and sweat with no breeze for relief. I find Piter annoyingly large and poorly laid-out (why is every junction at an angle?!), the streets too wide and smoggy, and the climate revolting (I might be used to the minus temperatures now, but the slippery icy streets and constant feeling that I might fall over any second still gets to me). You can tell me that the old-fashioned buildings are beautiful and quaint or whatever, but I totally agree with Dostoevsky on the front that painting an entire city yellow makes it look sickly and jaundiced.

Right now I want London back with its silly glass phallus, giant snail-paced funfair ride, sweet little back-streets and all. I want Enfield, with Trent Park a few minutes from my house. I want Nottingham with all its rock bars, pubs, clubs and Uni Park campus.

BUT!
It is a big but, and I cannot lie...
My parents are arriving in St Petersburg on Saturday and I am pinning literally ALL of my hopes for sanity and getting out of this terrible sad mood on them. I am praying that a week of being around them and sightseeing, going out for dinner and all that will make me think there's some redeeming features to living here.

Now I'm going to eat curry and watch Adventure Time and try to feel better if I can,
x

Saturday, 23 March 2013

Peanut Butter Banana Time

Hiya,

Since manic Monday things have been relatively settled. Well, I say settled, I've done quite a lot, but my mood in general has vastly improved from turbulent ups and downs to feeling pretty good about everything. I shall mainly put this down to a rise in my banana and peanut butter on toast consumption, and improvements in the sphere of work. This week I've been proof-reading various documents and brochures for Liden & Denz, and last Friday I helped write an article for the new edition of the St. Petersburg in Your Pocket travel guide (I was essentially taking Russian and non-native sounding English and turning that into a proper native-sounding article). It find it very exciting that my words shall be printed and distributed all over this city!

I've had some fun food-related shopping times this week:

  • Visited the Stockmann department store food hall. After recommendations from several people I figured it was worth the trek to the end of Nevsky Prospect. It was very much worth it; I was like a kid in a candy store, deliberating for ages over what kind of pesto to buy, contemplating various varieties of sun-dried tomatoes (something you don't see in shops here at all), picking up peanut butter and peanut-flavour crisps, dried thyme and non-salted curry powder. Yes, I did pay over £6 for a jar of peanut butter, but I kept being reminded about it and it gave me cravings, ok?
  • Walked home after my lessons, lunch, and three-and-a-half hour stint in the office in the Liden & Denz school today. I meandered through the shopping centre of the corner of Sadovaya which has quite an interesting feel to it: you walk through in a straight line and instead of having shops doors open on either side you walk right through the middle of them, or they are kiosks at the side. I like that, it feels like you can have a look at anything and everything, but you're not registering that you're interested in buying from that particular place because you're just passing through. I did make a few purchases though: banana milkshake-scented hand soap from L'Etoile, a vegetable peeler (I am way, way too clumsy for this peeling-with-a-knife business), some chocolate-flavour breakfast biscuits I've been hunting for here, and some strawberries-and-cream flavour green tea which I have yet to try.

    Then I was passing Gorokhovaya street and decided to pop into the Rada & K shop, which is attached to a vegetarian restaurant of the same name. It's a much smaller establishment than I expected but there's all sorts of goodies there: essentials for Indian and Japanese cuisine like sheets of seaweed, generous packs of ground spices such as cumin, many different varieties of soy sauce, but my favourite discovery was tinned cooked chickpeas. Do I look like I have time for boiling a 1-person portion of chickpeas every time I fancy a curry? No.
  • I finally bit the bullet and bought some fish here. Found some nice tilapia (it was the only fish name I understood), fried it up nice and simple with lemon and parsley. Flippin' gorgeous.
  • It didn't involve any food but I did go see Lampasy (lit. Pinstripes) play at Club Dusche and that involved a pint of delicious dark Kozel beer. I got there for doors at 8, the band went on at 9.30 and were done by half 10. I think the singer had a bit of a sore throat, but still I was a bit miffed I'd paid 400 roubles (£8.50) for that. They were pretty amusing, and sure I danced, but they were a bit rubbish in a funny way. As in their bassist and drummer weren't present so they had a backing track, and they had a measly Thursday-night crowd in a small, chilly club. Said club would have been a lot cooler (in the hip and groovy sense) if it wasn't nearly £5 for a whisky and coke, never mind the grim toilets that remind me of the Camden Underworld but more gross because they're unisex.

As a parting shot I will leave you with this: have you ever wondered what I blobfish is? It is a real, genuine fish. Go and look it up, I'll wait...

...

Life on earth really does just carry on regardless, doesn't it? Doesn't matter if you're the most unfortunate-looking gelatinous bottom-dwelling blob of a fish, with no apparent contribution to the ecosystem other than eating whatever floats into its path, you've still got a life, and someone still cares about making sure you don't go extinct.

Take care, have a good weekend,
x

Monday, 18 March 2013

Open Your Mind to the Possibility That People Might Be Awesome

Yes, long blog title, but that is my lesson for today. Opening my mind to the possibility that people might be awesome, genuine, friendly, well-meaning. I know that sounds so, so lame and probably patronising, but hear me out...

Maybe it's a Londoner thing, but I have a tendency to block the world out when I'm walking around. Head down, looking at the ground or straight ahead where I'm going like a blinkered horse. But that isn't how opportunity strikes, adventure isn't lying there on the pavement. Adventure is in your heart and in the hearts of others, you've just got to say 'Yeah! Let's do this thing!'.

Today classes were quite interesting - for my news article in the first class I talked about Comic Relief and how Friday was Red Nose Day. I always enjoy that day because pretty much everyone reaches in their pockets and gives something, it's almost national holiday of charity. I don't like coming into class every day with news about death and gloom so I'm going to try my hardest to find positive news to bring in. Also that's more of a challenge because we covered all kinds of disasters in translation classes at university. In the second class Sasha asked me how my week went and I ended up pouring my heart out to her about how work is going, how I'm lacking in motivation and want to see my talents going somewhere, want to see a positive outcome of my work and see people interacting with Liden & Denz (aka me) via social media because otherwise my job is just shouting into space, which is most dissatisfying.

After school I went to lunch at Teremok with some girls from school (so weird to say school, makes us sound... underage?). They had plans to visit a cute vintage shop called Off, funnily enough off Ligovsky Prospect, so I tagged along (after all I hadn't been shopping for anything other than groceries since I arrived). We got to Off to find painted on the door in Russian "We have moved to Tkachi, 60 nab. Obvodnogo Kanala, 5 mins walk --->". So we intrepid travellers took heart and took off in the direction of the canal. With the help of maps and my having a handy sense of direction we found the big converted factory/warehouse which is Tkachi (lit. Weavers). The ground floor is a mix-and-match of trendy clothes stores, music shops, a comic book store, Off the vintage place, a hip upmarket bike shop and various accessories. I bought myself a shiny gold waist belt (could resist), and might have to go back for the oversized jumper covered in ice-creams. I don't even like Magnums, but it's just so... kawaii! The top floor is mainly a cafe called 'Cafe in the Air', which I won't say has the most amazing views, but you can get a darn good smoked salmon and cream cheese sandwich there for only 100 roubles, and they forgot to charge for my hazelnut latte so I left a very generous tip. You can also have a game of table tennis... interesting combination.

We wound our ways back on the metro, I hopped off at Sadovaya and starting making my way along the Griboyedov canal, but this time in stopped in a shop whenever I felt curious. I found that 'Rainbow Smile' is actually like Superdrug or Boots, but you can also buy washing powder and loo roll and cleaning products there. I managed to hold off hair-dye temptation. I found a cheaper place to buy my favourite pens - erasable blue gel pens with thick points that write lovely Cyrillic.

Once on my street I was going to walk right past my door, go to the corner shop and buy groceries. I noticed a guy wearing a shirt that said 'Жизнь без страха' and smiled because I liked the slogan - Life Without Fear. He was standing outside the cafe which takes up the ground floor of my building, and beckoned me inside insistently, promising there would be free live music starting any moment. I could but laugh and say "Why not?!". He had been talking to another girl - I had thought they were friends hanging outside the cafe smoking or something, but it transpired she was also being talked into the free gig. We both laughed at the spontaneity and randomness of being dragged off the street, and took a table together. We got chatting (in English I'm afraid: I was tired so my slow, stumbling Russian gave me away as not from round here), listened to the concert and laughed about how young the singer seemed. Both of us were shocked when he said he had a wife - he looked about 17!

Stepan Korol'kov was his name, and he sang songs, recited poems and told stories of his adventures hitch-hiking from his home in Siberia to St Petersburg to seek some fun and adventure. He is possibly the most optimistic person I have ever heard. He opened with a song from the point of view of a newborn baby singing about its mother, he sang songs about his love for Russia and for his wife, songs about striving for your goals and going a bit mad out on the road, and also some famous ones like 'The Bremen Musicians'. He recited his own poems and some Esenin, quoted Mayakovsky (Polly McMichael my lecturer would have been proud). He told stories between songs about strange showers and bartering with sausages.

Once he'd finished his set I and the girl whose name I hadn't even asked yet(!) put some money in the jar for him and ordered coffees. We sat in Щелкунчик, exchanged names, and chatted until long after they had closed. We went to the corner shop where she showed me the Kosher cereal bars (hooray, cereal bars at all!), and said our goodbyes outside her front door, which hilariously enough is house next to mine! What a happy coincidence, what a warm and outgoing new friend to have made because of it :)

A most serendipitous day I'm sure you'll agree!
Needless to say I haven't done my homework, time for me to get on with that. Ta-rah!
x

Sunday, 17 March 2013

The return of Спасибо Sundays!

Here we go again chaps, it's my not-very-regular regular feature! Спасибо (say it spass-EE-ba) means thank you in Russian if I didn't already explain that, so Спасибо Sundays are all about being grateful for the all the good things in life. I mean to do them on a weekly basis again, as they're a great way to focus on the positive things in life and about living abroad. So without further ado:

Thank you:

  • Anne for giving me so much guidance regarding my job (and not quitting it just yet). I can be quite rash when I'm frustrated, so I'm very glad she calmed me down and spoon-fed me what to say to my boss.
  • To Laura for inviting me out with them lot on Friday. I'd come to school all dolled up just for the hell of it, went to the Maslenitsa party, got pretty drunk on free vodka and juice and stuffed my face with pancakes and biscuits to try sober up! I wasn't expecting to end up in a club with a big crew of people, but that was an absolutely fantastic way to spend the evening that I won't forget. Really though, sometimes I can feel all weird and foreign being the only English person in a big group of people but when others include me in their plans it makes me feel so happy.
  • To Robin for looking after me Friday evening and letting my sleep in his bed. Seriously can't thank him enough for insisting, I think drunk me would probably have tried to walk the hour home on my own so very appreciative that I stayed at his round the corner.
  • To all my friends and family who responded with words of empathy and encouragement to my cry for help on facebook. You guys give me hope.
  • To St. Petersburg Ska Jazz Review for absolutely smashing it at Zal Ozhidaniya last night and to everyone in the crowd who danced. At first I felt a bit lonesome like it might be just me and 3 other people skanking, but my how things warmed up! By the end we even had a (lone, cowardly) stagediver!
  • To Rob for putting up with me being a crazy hormonal muppet.
  • To Deepak Chopra for his 21-day free guided meditation course. Mmm loafy and relaxing.
That's all for now,
x

P.S. I intend to buy a camera of some sort this week, that'll make this blog more exciting if there's some pictures on it! Hell yeah.

Thursday, 14 March 2013

(Not) Wasting Time on the Internet

I read a lot of internet articles, click on many links and always have far too many tabs open. That's just the way I've been since tabbed browsing and broadband have been around. However much rubbish I read which is of zero consequence and does not enrich my life at all, I thought I'd do a series of articles on my favourite things I find in my misadventures.

I'll admit this idea is stolen adapted from Gala Darling's formerly weekly and now monthly Carousel series. She posts all sorts of links: from fashion, home-styling and life inspiration, things you can buy (or are too expensive to buy), technology, serious journalism, beautiful places to travel - all that is interesting, funny, cute, beautiful, delicious, thought-provoking and more.

So without further ado, an insight into what I liked on the interwebs this week:

Wolf & Badger jewellery, especially the rings. Oh those beautiful rings!

What Lesley from XOJane writes about fat-shaming. She kicks serious butt with her words.

Preschool Gems on Twitter makes me laugh. The amazing, hilarious things little kids say.

Bolshevik Mean Girls is my favourite comedy tumblr right now. Texts from Dog who?

☆ If this actually takes 4 minutes I'll eat my hat, but I'm seriously considering buying eggs just so I can make Four-minute chocolate mousse. Actually, maybe the four-minute bit is referring to how long it would take me to eat the lot.

☆ Big Bang Theory fans will enjoy this flash mob clip:



Apparently it's Pi Day but I don't really buy it, because when did anyone decent say March 14th? It's the 14th of March. Also I have had zero pie so I'm not feeling festive, bah humbug. Maslenitsa 'party' at school tomorrow, where I will eat pancakes and drink vodka until I'm probably very irritable and self-concious (vodka is not my happy drink, it tends to make me hideously self-aware and embarrassed of how I don't feel drunk but I'm talking rubbish and am losing control of my body parts).

Fun fun fun fun,
Looking forward to the weekend (St Petersburg Ska Jazz ensemble Saturday night!)
x

Wednesday, 13 March 2013

Life Is What You Make It


  You don't just learn from the successes and mistakes of others, you also learn from your own successes and mistakes. I aim to make this blog a positive place, where you can learn from my experiences, but also where you and I can see how I learn from my own experiences.

Today's blog is more the latter.

Last night I had a rather dramatic sort of homesickness-based breakdown and posted the following, which was really a cry for help:

  "Had enough. Want England now. Want to fuck about all day. Want friends. Want family to look after me. Want a job I actually love and feel passionate about (which I don't think I'll ever find because I seem to find applying myself to anything other than skanking, listening to music and baking some shade of dull). Don't want studies, work, pressure, responsibility or to be alone and looking after myself (because I'm not much good at it)."

Boy did my friends respond to that cry. 8 peoples responded by commenting, 3 messaged me, 1 called and 1 asked in person. Though I might not have shown it at the time, all those messages of support and concern really touched me. Through them I saw that my friends not only care about me but also believe that I can weather the homesickness and my own neurosis and come out of them having a fantastic time in Russia. Sometimes my friends know me better than I know myself.

I figure I need actions, not words to pull myself out of this slump and negative thinking, so here's my little plan:
  • Put myself out there more so I can make friends, show people the outgoing side of me and not the protective shy shell that I reverted to when I got here. (Yes, believe it or not I was once a friendless nerd alone in the primary-school playground with my head in a book). I actually put this plan into action today by asking a fellow student where they were going for lunch. Things kinda snowballed from there and ended up in a Turkish restaurant drinking tea & ayran, eating baklava and smoking shisha with 5 others. Good times :)
  • Start doing my homework earlier when I'm more alert, and therefore endeavour not to turn on my computer until I need it for work and homework.
  • Start walking home or walking to school several times a week. Exercise = endorphins = happy feelings. Also will help me keep healthy despite the ready availability of coconut macaroons.
  • Make time to do the Deepak Chopra 21-day meditation challenge because the first session was really relaxing and focusing. See this link if you're curious to try, it's completely free, what's the worst that could happen? 
  • Keep my room tidy and free of mess - now I have this huge mirrored wardrobe I can hide my clutter away and thereby keep my mind free of clutter too! Clutter is a weird word... clutter clutter clutter clutter... rhymes with butter...
  • Start up Спасибо Sundays again - making gratitude lists helps focus on the positive. Perhaps I'll do something like Galadarling's Carousel feature too where I post fab links of the week, as that will help me figure out what's worth reading and how to enjoy my time on the internet. I spend a lot of time link-clicking and not finding it funny, useful or inspiring in any way and ought to focus on the quality of what I'm reading and cut out the junk. Like eating properly, but consuming internet content instead of food.
Anyway, that's enough of the feels for now!
Hope you're having a great day,
x

P.S. I put my monkey onesie on and went to the kitchen to get a glass of water like it ain't no ting. Denis didn't notice at first, but then he got up for water too and exclaimed "WHAT?!". Hilarity ensued as he tried to understand why onesie are, what they are for, where you even get them etc. Then he took pictures of me holding a banana. Making him laugh made me feel really happy too :D

P.P.S. I accidentally put a background colour on the text and don't know how to remove it, hope it's not too annoying!

Sunday, 10 March 2013

How to Skank in St Petersburg + Gig Review: Alai Oli


Lazy Lois speaking, leaving a gig review till 2 days after the gig :$

It seems to me that, much like in London, if you want to know where the good ska, punk and reggae gigs are going to be you've got to find the clubs that put them on and go trailing through their listings. So far I have found:

These seem to be the places putting on the almost majority of the bands I want to see (with the exception of Leningrad playing a show at the Ice Palace arena, which is a bit big for most alternative music I'd guess). If you know of any others please let me know in the comments!

Oooh, thanks to researching this article I've discovered the St Petersburg Ska-Jazz review! Wow! I know what I'll be doing next Saturday now :D

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SO! I went to an incredible gig on Friday night, on International Women's Day. There were 2 female-fronted bands playing, I don't know if that was a deliberate Women's Day thing but if not it was a good coincidence.

I didn't know there was going to be a support act, so I got a nice surprise when I turned up to find Monroe already on the stage. They call themselves punk-rock, but I think they're more pop-punk-rock. Think like a Russian Paramore, but not shit like Paramore (Oh alright, Misery Business and some of their singles are ok, the rest is dreadfully boring filler). They seem relatively new, only having an EP out and an album release show at the end of the month, but their songs are slick, catchy and fun. They're energetic, fun stuff and I have high hopes for their full-length release - for now there's a few songs for free download on their site here. Plus they did a cover of Against Me's I Was A Teenage Anarchist and that won my heart a bit :P

I had never heard of Alai Oli (Алай Оли) until I came here and went looking through Club A2's listings, which is ridiculous because they play exactly the sort of Reggae-Rock which is ludicrously listenable at any time of day, in any kind of mood. They've got fast songs, slow songs, funny songs, super-sarcastic songs, anti-racist anti-nazi songs, happy songs, sad songs. Everything. Which makes for an excellent gig when the band know how to get all of that into an evening and put on a great show. The lead singer Ol'ga has a great voice and is a very energetic front woman despite being heavily pregnant (heavily pregnant and still jumping about on stage, that is baby is going to learn to skank before it can walk!).

Picture by Alina Pasok, more here
Highlights of the gig for me were jumping up and down with the vast majority of the A2 hall; the mass fist-pumping (or what do you call that when you all bop your open, face-down palms up and down in the air? You know what I mean) during Воруй-Убивай Регги; and the touching ballad during for which Ol'ga got everyone to go deadly silent.

An audience member pointed out "Where's the trumpet?": the regular trumpet-player was in Germany as he's emigrated to live with his family. As far as the gig went the music still sounded great and not too much lacking - there was one song during which everyone was singing the trumpet part which was cute. They said they'll get a fill-in in future, but who knows when that'll be because the band is expected to take a break for what is effectively maternity leave.

***** - 5 stars, or a swear-word censored?

If every gig is like Friday night, and I go to one a week, I think I'll get by here just fine!
*dances off*
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Edit: For those interested I found the link to this torrent on their official website, they give all their downloads away for free or pay-what-you-want. Or you can go clicking around on their website's music section and clicking "Скачать альбом" where you see it, which will give you a normal download if you don't like torrenting. I asked their merch guy where I could buy CDs but he said "Only in this one shop in Moscow", gutted!

Friday, 8 March 2013

Gig review: Emir Kusturica & The No Smoking Orchestra

In an effort to have an adventure and stop feeling like the only one not having any fun (you can have the Reel Big Fish quote for free), I decided to splash out 1500 rubles/ £32 on a ticket to see Emir Kusturica & The No Smoking Orchestra at A2 last night.

I also went because Emir Kusturica is a very famous and cool director from Serbia. He is probably best known for Life is a Miracle and Black Cat, White Cat, but I got to know of him through a module I took at uni on how the Balkan wars were portrayed though film, in which we watched Underground. I expected the live show to be as crazy as his films (read: very).

Unza Unza Time by Emir Kusturica & The No Smoking Orchestra

A little bit about the Russian gig experience: it's weird. Club A2 isn't too much of a pain to get to, but now the nearest tube is shut the simplest way to get there seemed to be to walk 25 minutes from the next-nearest tube, so I guess that's like walking from Mornington Crescent to Chalk Farm to get to the Camden Barfly. That's after I've walked the 20 minutes to Sennaya Square tube on my end and stayed on that for a quick 10 minutes. A2's Mir is a medium-sized venue, maybe the size of Koko/ Islington Academy in London, a bit smaller than Nottingham's Rock City. It's clearly used for clubs because the upstairs VIP section has a separate entrance and is furnished with sofas. Read that as the upstairs has zero atmosphere. Downstairs wasn't that great either, maybe due to this band being not super-famous or super-cool: there was the odd girl or couple jumping and dancing but 95% of people were stood stock still, unless there was clapping required, which happened a lot. In that case it seems the majority can seem to muster the energy to put their palms together. Russians really dress up for gigs, I knew once I'd got there that nobody had come to do anything energetic as the girls were wearing high-heels and a lot of slap.

The reason Emir Kusturica & The No Smoking Orchestra aren't very danceable is because they lose momentum constantly. The gig started out slow, and between numbers they always went back to riffing on the Pink Panther theme, slowing everything down, sort of destroying any dancing momentum they'd built up. It was more like a sort of cabaret or circus in parts; they got about 15 girls up on stage to dance and then Kusturica asked them to copy him. Queue conga-line around the stage and making them all do press-ups. It was pretty funny actually. The violinist was dressed in a sort of graduate's robe which is later removed to reveal layer upon layer of dresses. Bizarre. At one point he put his bow in Kusturica's shoe and played his violin like that, but holding it against the bow. Things just got weirder and weirder really. There were light-up spinning guitars, kazoo battles, a member of the audience picked out and then serenaded and waltzed about on stage. It was just... so very Emir Kusturica.

Sure the music they play is called a mix of Balkan folk/gypsy/rock/jazz. The Guardian described them as playing "some of the world’s wildest, most joyous and most unrestrained music", and apparently when they played that Glasgow Concert Hall the security were starting to panic. Not a chance of that in A2, more a risk that everyone was going to fall asleep. I can't even point my finger at exactly what it was: the unenthusiastic crowd, the soulless venue, the music wild but failing to keep up the tempo, this gig was not great. It was just OK.

3 stars, actually 2.5 because of the poor value-for-money. I wouldn't pay £32 for a gig of that size even in central London.

Wednesday, 6 March 2013

Music: a Steady Riot in My Soul

I try not to talk about music too much on here because my love of music and the amount I'd like to talk about it could make up a whole other blog that nobody would read. Everyone's got their own music tastes and I'm not about to go imposing mine on you if you came here to read about a year abroad.

On the other hand, I would like to thank music (and especially Big D) today for getting me the hell out of bed. I was lying in bed being frankly nihilistic and crazy homesick and not being very nice.

These are the songs that got me on my feet again:

Perkie - Getting Old

"Get off your lazy arse Grandma, no you're no dying just yet. Put on your walking boots Grandpa you've still got further to get..." Never mind Grandma/pa, that's me lying in bed going 'Зачем?" all self-pity. Twat.

Ash Victim - Back Stabbing Foot Shooter
"I just want to go home, wherever the fuck that is" Too right, I feel homesick but I don't even know if going back to London is what I want. I like learning Russian and there have clearly been times when I've enjoyed it because otherwise I wouldn't have been studying it for 9 years. So going home to sleeping 12 hours a day and volunteering a couple times a week and having my family around me might seem really nice, but if I were there is that what I'd really be happy doing? I bet I'd have mad itchy wanderlust ants in my pants.

Big D and the Kids Table - LAX

This is a brilliant song for being angry at anyone, about anything. It involves saying the F-word an awful lot and telling people they're terrible, which is great when you don't feel like blaming yourself for anything :P Warning: very, very explicit lyrics. Turn the volume up or something.


Big D and the Kids Table - Steady Riot


"Music: a steady riot in my soul" A song which seems to me to be about life being hard, but friends and strangers help you out, inspire you, help you keep going. I guess the bands you listen to are like friends and strangers at the same time, and they give you inspiration, help you through the tough times, and their music will never go away and will always help drive you onwards. Steady, but also a riot. Title sort of makes sense now.


Big D and the Kids Table - Souped-Up Vinyl


"See, when I get home I'll be fine, because our time's now ours, yeah, and we spend it with the souped-up vinyl spinning round and round" The moral of this story is that even if you're not liking work, school, whatever establishment you attend, there'll be the moment when that part of the day ends and your time begins. You can but your headphones in, you can go to a gig, you get your music fix somehow. Then it's not all so rubbish because for a while nothing else matters but the music, and you know you're not the only one feeling that way.

So yeah,
I promise I won't make the music posts a regular thing, but I bet this was more fun to read than me going on about how I'm not settled in here yet, haven't had a lot in the way of friendly face-to-face contact or at least not nearly as much as I'm used to. Basically I want to be everyone's friend. Now. Without all the awkward bit before we're proper mates where I worry about what people think of me and I'm trying so hard to make a good impression and seem normal I'm not even being myself.

That's enough of that for now,
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