АлПу сold sweat June 25, 2006Posted by BiB in Uncategorized.
I’ve just woken up in one. And I wasn’t even asleep.
Darlings, you know that mental disorder where you secretly think that everyone else thinks exactly as you do? And that everyone else IS actually the same as you? No? Is that just me, then? Anyway, megalohomoegomania, or whatever it is, has lulled me into a cosy but groundless sense of security.
It’s the hanging around, you see. I can’t really miss the football. So here I am, clicking my heels, drinking my 83rd coffee of the day, having a spot of pre-football preparatory carping with the Russian – thankfully he’s in worse shape than me at the moment, which is just so many strings to my carp-bow – and wondering what to do. Well, a spot of blogging, of course. But I thought I’d also seek solace in some really crap, mindless music. And, as I fingered the Русская коллекция (oh, OK, you old Korinthenkackers, the Русскую коллекцию) (Russian collection) out of its little plastic home, impaled it on the player-thingy and got ready to be distracted by Alla Pugacheva, it came to me. The realisation and the cold sweat. “Can it be true?” I thought. “Can it be true that there might be people on this planet, regardless of whether they have ever had the slightest connection with Russia or not, who have never heard of Alla Pugacheva?” So is it true? Is there a single one of you folks who might stumble sadly across this piffle when you could really be doing something much nicer, like drinking, or making money, or perhaps having a little bit of a smooch with your beloved, who has never come across the muse-tastic Alla Pugacheva, Russia’s supreme diva and the salvation from suicide of every homosexual in the former Soviet Union? (Darlings, I can’t do links when e-mailing my blog. But she’s well worth the google.) (Oh bugger, on second thoughts, here’s a link anyway, just in case you get the wrong Pugachev and end up with rebellions, Pushkin and all sorts of queernesses.)