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May. 27th, 2008

ENGLISH FOR TOURISTS


In a Bangkok temple: "IT IS FORBIDDEN TO ENTER A WOMAN, EVEN A FOREIGNER, IF DRESSED AS A MAN."

Cocktail lounge, Norway: "LADIES ARE REQUESTED NOT TO HAVE CHILDREN IN THE BAR."

At a Budapest zoo: "PLEASE DO NOT FEED THE ANIMALS. IF YOU HAVE ANY SUITABLE FOOD, GIVE IT TO THE GUARD ON DUTY."

Doctors office, Rome: "SPECIALIST IN WOMEN AND OTHER DISEASES.

Hotel, Acapulco: "THE MANAGER HAS PERSONALLY PASSED ALL THE WATER SERVED HERE."

Dry cleaners, Bangkok: "DROP YOUR TROUSERS HERE FOR THE BEST RESULTS.

In a Nairobi restaurant: "CUSTOMERS WHO FIND OUR WAITRESSES RUDE OUGHT TO SEE THE MANAGER."

On the grounds of a private school: "NO TRESPASSING WITHOUT PERMISSION."

On an Athi River highway: "TAKE NOTICE: WHEN THIS SIGN IS UNDER WATER, THIS ROAD IS IMPASSABLE."

On a poster at Kencom: "ARE YOU AN ADULT THAT CANNOT READ? IF SO, WE CAN HELP."

In a City restaurant: "OPEN SEVEN DAYS A WEEK AND WEEKENDS.

One of the Mathare buildings: "MENTAL HEALTH PREVENTION CENTRE."

A sign seen on an automatic restroom hand dryer: "DO NOT ACTIVATE WITH WET HANDS."

In a Pumwani maternity ward: "NO CHILDREN ALLOWED."

In a cemetery: "PERSONS ARE PROHIBITED FROM PICKING FLOWERS FROM ANY BUT THEIR OWN GRAVES."

Tokyo hotel's rules and regulations: "GUESTS ARE REQUESTED NOT TO SMOKE OR DO OTHER DISGUSTING BEHAVIOURS IN BED."

On the menu of a Swiss restaurant: "OUR WINES LEAVE YOU NOTHING TO HOPE FOR."

In a Tokyo bar: "SPECIAL COCKTAILS FOR THE LADIES WITH NUTS."

Hotel brochure, Italy: "THIS HOTEL IS RENOWNED FOR ITS PEACE AND SOLITUDE. IN FACT, CROWDS FROM ALL OVER THE WORLD FLOCK HERE TO ENJOY ITS SOLITUDE."

Hotel lobby, Bucharest: "THE LIFT IS BEING FIXED FOR THE NEXT DAY. DURING THAT TIME WE REGRET THAT YOU WILL BE UNBEARABLE."

Hotel, Yugoslavia: "THE FLATTENING OF UNDERWEAR WITH PLEASURE IS THE JOB OF THE CHAMBERMAID."

Hotel, Japan: "YOU ARE INVITED TO TAKE ADVANTAGE OF THE CHAMBERMAID."

In the lobby of a Moscow hotel across from a Russian Orthodox monastery: "YOU ARE WELCOME TO VISIT THE CEMETERY WHERE FAMOUS RUSSIAN AND SOVIET COMPOSERS, ARTISTS, AND WRITERS ARE BURIED DAILY EXCEPT THURSDAY."

Taken from a menu, Poland: "SALAD A FIRM'S OWN MAKE; LIMPID RED BEET SOUP WITH CHEESY DUMPLINGS IN THE FORM OF A FINGER; ROASTED DUCK LET LOOSE; BEEF RASHERS BEATEN IN THE COUNTRY PEOPLE'S FASHION."

Supermarket, Hong Kong: "FOR YOUR CONVENIENCE, WE RECOMMEND COURTEOUS, EFFICIENT SELF-SERVICE."

From the "Soviet Weekly": "THERE WILL BE A MOSCOW EXHIBITION OF ARTS BY 15,000 SOVIET REPUBLIC PAINTERS AND SCULPTORS. THESE WERE EXECUTED OVER THE PAST TWO YEARS."

In an East African newspaper: "A NEW SWIMMING POOL IS RAPIDLY TAKING SHAPE SINCE THE CONTRACTORS HAVE THROWN IN THE BULK OF THEIR WORKERS."

Hotel, Vienna: "IN CASE OF FIRE , DO YOUR UTMOST TO ALARM THE HOTEL PORTER."

A sign posted in Germany's Black Forest: "IT IS STRICTLY FORBIDDEN ON OUR BLACK FOREST CAMPING SITE THAT PEOPLE OF DIFFERENT SEX, FOR INSTANCE, MEN AND WOMEN, LIVE TOGETHER IN ONE TENT UNLESS THEY ARE MARRIED WITH EACH OTHER FOR THIS PURPOSE."

Hotel, Zurich: BECAUSE OF THE IMPROPRIETY OF ENTERTAINING GUESTS OF THE OPPOSITE SEX IN THE BEDROOM, IT IS SUGGESTED THAT THE LOBBY BE USED FOR THIS PURPOSE."

An advertisement by a Hong Kong dentist: "TEETH EXTRACTED BY THE LATEST METHODISTS."

Tourist agency, Czechoslovakia: "TAKE ONE OF OUR HORSE-DRIVEN CITY TOURS. WE GUARANTEE NO MISCARRIAGES."

Advertisement for donkey rides, Thailand: "WOULD YOU LIKE TO RIDE ON YOUR OWN ASS?"

In the window on a Swedish furrier: "FUR COATS MADE FOR LADIES FROM THEIR OWN SKIN."

The box of a clockwork toy made in Hong Kong: "GUARANTEED TO WORK THROUGHOUT ITS USEFUL LIFE."

In a Swiss mountain inn: "SPECIAL TODAY -- NO ICE-CREAM."

Airline ticket office, Copenhagen: "WE TAKE YOUR BAGS AND SEND THEM IN ALL DIRECTIONS."

On the door of a Moscow hotel room: "IF THIS IS YOUR FIRST VISIT TO THE USSR, YOU ARE WELCOME TO IT."

A laundry in Rome: "LADIES, LEAVE YOUR CLOTHES HERE AND SPEND THE AFTERNOON HAVING A GOOD TIME."

Jan. 15th, 2008

An inner joy to an outwardly bleak life!

I’ve been reading up on courtship for something I’m writing about Russia and I keep stumbling across marriage agencies and porn sites (What?! Accidentally!).  Do a Google search for anything like “Russian women”, “Russian dating”, “Russian courtship behaviour” and you find XXX this and Siberian lesbian threesome that.  This is not helping my “very rigid scientific” research.  However, I have been enlightened by several, often minimally informative, dating sites which mostly cater for ageing (and often horribly gullible!) American men with plenty of cash. 

What they’re selling is “true love on a plate” – there’s a dating supermarket where blokes with loads of money can walk in and pick themselves a Mrs.  The man gets a wife and the woman gets material stability and a new passport.  It’s a trade-off.  The funny thing is the stereotypes and misunderstandings on the parts of both parties – the foreign men and the Russian ladies.

On one dating site an American shared some indispensable courtship advice:   

“Be sure to take quality gifts of women's clothing (elastic waistbands to help with sizing). Quality clothing serves to heighten a Russian women's self-esteem and brings an inner joy to an outwardly bleak life.”

Inner joy to an outwardly bleak life – hilarious.  Why not simply take her a gun (enough of those in America) as a present instead so she can put a swift end to her unbearable suffering.  Love the bit about “elastic waistbands” too – attention to detail…thoughtful guy – what if your bride-to-be is a big-boned Muscovite…or worse…an undernourished Siberian serf with a waist the size of your wrist!  Elastic trousers – one size fits all!  Like those pregnancy clothes they advertise on the metro which you could drive a bus into.

There are other sites where pissed off Russian women try to level the playing field and “educate” western men about the true nature of the mysterious Russian lady.  Also quite over the top at times but makes humorous reading none the less.  

Even when there are No Men available these Ladies simply dive into their work and do everything possible to improve themselves both physically and intellectually. This is not to say that they don’t get lonely for the company of a Man because obviously they do. But until that opportunity presents itself they will continue to do their own thing.

And they are fully prepared to keep their heads held high EVEN to the bitter end if needed.

For some reason throughout the article the woman writes “Man” and “Ladies” with a capital letter – only God gets a capital letter damn you!…us mere mortals have to settle for “m-an/w-omen/p-erson”!  What she writes plays on the Russian suffering thing again…she’s probably Russian Orthodox or reads too much Dostoevsky – “heads held high to the bitter end!”…female comrades marching into battle with the armies of fat potential husbands…with all their cash and receding hairlines. 

The main idea of the rant is to say that Russian women are “not desperate” (which is mostly true), they expect a lot during courtship and respect themselves (also generally true), and they in fact possess a “mysterious power” to seduce men (erm, no it’s not mysterious, it’s called “having tits”).  The author also goes on to attack slanted feminist lesbians in the west who are simply envious of beautiful Russian women (and their newly-acquired elastic trousers!) and feel it necessary to put them down by called them “desperate”.  Snore.

All a very alien world to an Englishman I’m afraid – we’re not very good at this dating lark.  As a rule the English are romantically retarded (sad, but true) – supposedly the most popular place to “pull” in the UK is a nightclub.  Why?  Because it’s dark, you can’t see or hear the other person adequately enough to communicate, and most importantly you’re thoroughly wankered on booze!  So, then if you wake up in the morning next to Frankenstein’s monster you can say “It wasn’t me – I was drunk!” – not guilty Your Honour!

 

  

 

 

 

 

 

  

 

 

Nov. 19th, 2007

Scientific Research! = )






Nov. 18th, 2007

Alcohol

Need some info...about alcohol! =)

I'm writing something about drinking in Russia.  I've got these expressions but could do with a few more:

Чай не водка – много не выпьешь!
Пиво без водки – деньги на ветер!

Выпил с утра – весь день свободен!

Чем лучше сегодня, тем хуже завтра.

Некрасивых девушек не бывает – бывает мало водки!

Одна бутылка много. Две – мало.

Сколько водки не возьми все равно два раза бегать.

Also...other alcohol-related expressions:
недоперепить, нажраться, опохмелица, и т.д.

What are common expressions for "tipsy"?...i know that под мухой is old-fashioned - that's what they taught us in Russian class! ; )
"дедушка был под мухой" - лол. Блин! представ я там сидел в колледже с этими бывшими коммунистами-стариками и русский изучал по вечерам...страшное дело - даже песни пели! =)

Also...any good toasts if you know any...
Cheers mateys =)



 


Oct. 21st, 2007

window

Oct. 17th, 2007

Moscow clubs/bars???

Any good clubs and bars in Moscow?  Haven't been there for ages and don't remember much from my trips anyway! ; )

Recommendations???  Just list some cool clubs/bars and i'll look them up - maybe check them out when i'm in Moscow. =)

Ta

Oct. 9th, 2007

HELP!

Do me a favour? =)

I'm writing more about Russia these days - less on LJ (unfortunately)...but more about my secret plans later!

If you can think of any idioms, proverbs, or expressions which "say something" about the Russian way of life (and are still actually used!) please post them here.  Thanks!!! =)

Topics to get started:

1) work
2) alcohol
3) friendship
4) attitude to money/material things
5) acceptance/avoidance of responsibility

etc....

Basically, anything you think reflects some kind of real Russian reality of feature of Russian behaviour/character...completely up to you.

Sep. 14th, 2007

Балтика или Baltika?!

Aug. 21st, 2007

7am, booze, a badminton racket, and an apple...

Back home in Sheffield - still behaving badly.  The morning after a very manky bender in the park looks like...




Jul. 21st, 2007

Reliving my childhood! =)

            

Jul. 17th, 2007

Don't ask!

Just don't ask what they get up to on a friday night in this place! ; )

Jul. 6th, 2007

54m of joy and the contortionist toilet

Some Russians build flats leaving the toilet till the very end when there’s no space left.  As if they forgot about it and then remembered at the last minute and stuck one in for novelty value and to avoid having to poo out the window on pedestrians - Victorian style (the English invented politeness, see?).  Obviously, shitting in this country isn’t very high on the list of priorities – hold it in, suffer a bit – builds the soul. You know how it goes - Dostoevsky.  Nice bedrooms, functional kitchen with those old-school stools with the screw-on legs, carpet on the wall, bathroom with a washing machine (which empties into the bathtub), hallway full of random slippers and a wardrobe…and with the remaining available space they build a “contortionist toilet” were people have to piss standing on their heads!

 

Russia’s not a nation of midgets for God’s sake! – what about those huge guys in leather jackets who stand outside metro stations waiting for their girlfriends holding bunches of flowers as if they were baseball bats (“Чё смотрешь-то бл...?!”)?!  Getting one of those “ёб-твою” Sylvester Stalone carpet-draggers to use a midget toilet represents a mathematical impossibility.  They might get the job done but would definitely put their head through the door while wiping.  Small toilets mean tall people have to become amateur contortionists and practice yoga for several months beforehand – twisting their bodies into a variety of clumsy poses like a strange ritual toilet dance.  Then you reach for the flush only to discover it’s hidden in a wallpapered cupboard – it’s a whole world of sanitary enigmas.

 

-         Where’s the toilet? 

-         Well, the only place we had left was the closet so we fitted the toilet in there.

-         Cool, ok – where’s the light switch?

-         Errr, we put that in a completely random place where you’ll never find it.

-         Nice.  Extreme shitting in the dark – like it.  Got any bog roll?

-         Yes! 54m OF JOY!

 

There’s a town in Russia called Svetogorsk – a paradise on Earth entirely devoid of skid marks and иносранцы (sarcastic bastards that we are!).  The town’s main attraction is the toilet paper factory where they make enough 54-metre long bog rolls to service the entire country; from posh arty Petersburg rumps to frozen Chukchi bottoms in Sakhalin (I’ve heard they occasionally use baby seals instead and then throw them back in – sometimes puppies…buh, what do you expect? – they get used in all the TV toilet roll ads.  Pure logic.).  Ah yes, the 54m of joy – a bit scratchy but better than Komsomolskaja Pravda (though sometimes KP must be used on principle alone), feels as if it’s recently been peeled off a tree, but gets the job done.  I like that - nice and functional – and above all cheap.  No recycled eco-bum wipe bollocks here my friend…Green Peace? What?! In Rusha ve vill send zose hippies out to forest wiz ze endangered species and shoot zem!  This is hardcore мужик-roll not Western pussy-roll.  Toughens you up – your arsehole’ll be able to handle a direct nuclear strike after using the stuff for a couple of months.  If not you can always use your ring of fire as “a torch for darken stairwells” (as recommended in the rough guide to Petersburg – a quality publication full of fictitious bullshit designed to scare foreigners to death before they even get here).

 

If caught short in the street people go into MacDonald’s to take what’s commonly known as a “MacShit”.  I always feel sorry for those poor MacDonald’s “conscripts” in badly-fitting black jeans who look a bit mentally retarded – they have to scrub those toilets day and night for 50 kopeks a year under the ever watchful eye of that evil laughing clown with the red hair!  Good thing someone’s shitting on MacDonald’s for a change though – restore the balance a bit – normally they’re shitting on the rest of the world and cutting down all the rainforests to make way for mutant cows (it’s that evil clown with a chainsaw again singing “I’m lovin’ it” in all the world’s languages – “…and the children love him”). ;)

 

It’s not surprising that people prefer the relatively well-maintained toilets of MacDonald’s for a MacShit because as the guidebook (tourist bible) says: “standards of hygiene in most public toilets are generally low and you’re unlikely to find toilet paper there”.  And if there’s a toilet seat it’s most likely been ripped off and thrown in a corner – so much for being a gent and leaving the seat UP…“Fuck it – just tear the bastard off!” It seems Russians don’t sit down on the job but instead levitate above the toilet bowl like mythical beings or Jesus walking on water.  I’ve never worked out the secret and I’m not exactly going to go around putting cameras in toilets like Chuck Berry (busted!).

 

The best toilet is in City Bar on Furshtatskaja where they have a sign saying “Don’t put paper or no.2 into the toilet” – which begs the logical question: “Where do you want me to put it then?!”  And all the people in there are walking around like John Waine in a cowboy film – almost feels like a wild west saloon!    

 

One of the hardest things to get down in Russian is soft sign “ь” – oh, the torture of years and years of going into shops asking for “сол” instead of “соль” – hopeless! And confusing “corner” with “coal” – a travesty!  Foreigners just can’t get the hang of it – “ь” for us is the Russian sign of the Devil himself!  It’s our ultimate downfall.  So, imagine my delight when by chance I happened upon soft sign bog roll with little “ь”s on!  Now finally I’m able to wipe my backside on the evil soft sign “ь” – revenge is sweeeet!



 

Jun. 28th, 2007

Back in town!

Just got back from the Crimean coast - amazing!  Had a really good time.  When we arrived in Simferopol after 35 hrs in Platskart we hired a Russian beast of a Lada and went all over the place looking for adventure he-he!  Stayed in a small town called Gurzuf - stunning views, not too crowded, cheap - great place.  Got as far as Feodosija to the east along the coast road and stopped off in Alushta, Koktabel', Sudak, and some other little places.  Went wine tasting in the Vinzavod at Masandra, sat in weird orange-coloured trees in the botanical gardens, climbed into the hills on snaking roads and dirt tracks, saw roadside shops selling red onions and honey (and gigantic fake ornamental animals!), ate in shashlik places and drank local lemonade and beer down by the sea, even went fishing and caught the smallest fish in the entire Black Sea!  +30 almost every day – two dramatic thunder storms with grey clouds rolling down the hills to the coast.  Think I’ll definitely go again next year – check out these views:








May. 18th, 2007

Dog-sitting

 

Butch (Russian “Boooch”) is now staying in my flat!  I’m officially “dog-sitting” while friends are away on holiday in Krasnodar.  So far I’ve managed to teach him several useful commands:

1)      “Piss on BMW tyre!”

2)      “Attract attention of beautiful woman!”

3)      “Bite uncooperative shop assistant!”

 

“Good boy!”

This could work out well unless he decides to eat the furniture.

May. 15th, 2007

Пьяный в...









Me and [info]bobs12 generally misbehaving until 11am Tuesday morning. =)

May. 2nd, 2007

My life in pictures...


http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=17436&l=6da12&id=860555230


Apr. 29th, 2007

East German spy's hat...

Polonium restaurant, Sheffield

Remember Litvienko?!  This Sheffield restaurant got on the news after the polonium incident...police thought there may have been a connection...but in the end they only found some radioactive blinchiki! ;)

Apr. 28th, 2007

Lost in translation

Несколько дней назад был на работе, переводили английский текст со студентом:

Я: Давай, переведем - being overworked can turn anyone into a dull, stressed-out, moody person.  "Moody" - это от слова "mood" который означает настроение...так, что "moody" - это когда у человека плохое настроение, когда он капризный, возможно сердитый или недовольный.  Понимаешь?
Он: Да.
Я: А как это будет по-русски?
Он: Мудак???!

Молодец блин!  Смысл ловил. ;)   

Think locally - Fuck globally!

There’s a wicked song by a group called Gogol Bordello called “Think locally – Fuck globally”.  Heard it?  By an American immigrant band from Ukraine – the lead singer starred in a film called Everything is Illuminated…also worth watching…he played the lanky translator bloke with “special” English.  His lyrics pick up on a lot of stuff in the West which is often buried under the glossy surface of economic growth, sports cars, and electric nostril hair clippers.  The material side is a definite plus and provides a certain sense of stability which might be a reason for people wanting to move westwards but the human side of life is lacking something. 

All the foreigners I know who’ve been living in Russia for more than 2 years tend to give the same reasons when asked what the fuck they’re still doing here!  It’s not the architecture of Spb, it’s not the cheap vodka and cigs, it’s not even the peroxide blond stunners on the escalator who glide past every day on the way to work.  It’s the simplicity of the human side of life here – the fact they have friends here and people who keep an eye out for them…share their misfortunes and victories and are always ready to include them in whatever they’re doing and maybe pass a bottle or guitar – no questions asked.

It’s strange that I sometimes feel closer to Russian friends than to friends I grew up with and went to school with in my hometown back in England.  Doesn’t seem to make much sense when we don’t share a native language, culture, or mentality – we should be on a different wavelength (in theory anyway).  But, we have one thing in common and that’s the human side of things – the desire to feel close to other people, have a good time, share whatever we’ve got…stories, jokes, the last beer in the fridge (c/f. Eng: Mine! – hands off!), etc.  I like that. 

What some people take for granted here as being “normal” doesn’t necessarily exist in all countries and in the West the local human side of everyday life is definitely different a lot of the time.  In a world where state level politics and foreign affairs are increasingly fucked up and politicians are distant from the people they are supposed to represent it makes sense to look for an alternative; something closer to home, something local, something human, something you can see and touch, something real.  It’s just a pity that in the West we’re behind Russia when it comes to simple human relationships.  East and West still have a lot to learn from each other – the balance is wrong on both sides and we need the best of both worlds.

 Here’s a tongue-in-cheek track by Gogol Bordello about the US situation:

Sometimes when facing common trouble
When whole town is screwed
We become actually human
Act like Prometheus would
Suddenly there is more humour
And a party tabor style
People ringing one another
"Yo man, how was your blackout?"
Suddenly there is more music
Made with the buckets in the park
Girls are dancing with the flashlights
I got only one guitar!
And you see brothers and sisters
All engaged in sport of help
Making merry out of nothing
Like in refugee camp

Oh yeah Oh no, it doesn't have to be so
It is possible any time anywhere
Even without any dough
Oh yeah Oh no, it doesn't have to be so
Forces of the creative mind are unstoppable!

And you think, All right, now people
They have finally woked up
But as soon as the trouble over
Watch them take another nap
Nobody is making merry
Only trotting scared of boss
Everybody's making hurry
For some old forgotten cause
But one thing is surely eternal
It's condition of a man
Who don't know where he is going
Who don't know where does he stand
Who's dream power is corked bottle
Put away in dry dark place
Who's youth power is well buried
Under propaganda waves
Who's dream life is in opposition
With the life he leads today
Who's beaten down in believing
It just kinda goes this way!
Oh no, it doesn't have to be so
Forces of the creative mind are unstoppable!

 

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