Rowan Collinson Is Unwell
St Petersburg
The two of us went out with a couple of other British guys last night. After a couple of quiet beers at a bar near the hostel one of them took us to a place further into town reliably informing us it would be "buzzing all night". And so it was. Trendy young Russians were hanging out being self-consciously scruffy so, being actually scruffy, we fitted right in. The place was done out like a living room circa 1976 and was just about small enough to actually be somebody's living room, so maybe it was. It was a bit like those hip bars you get in areas like Shoreditch only here one of the toilets was covered in porn, something you don't get in most London establishments. Once we found a distressed-looking sofa to squeeze on we were well set up for the night and didn't get to bed until nearly 5.
Just over eight hours on and Rowan is still fast asleep. Our planned "all day" trip to the Hermitage collection at the Winter Palace has been curtailed and may have to be delayed indefinitely unless he gets his arse out of bed soon.
3 Comments:
I might not know much, but my money's on Rowan feigning sleep in the hope that you then go to an internet cafe and leave him in peace, so that his desecent into a self-congratulatory pelvic rubdown could begin.
And you, my friend, walked right into his trap.
could be at that, um.
Watch yourself, Rich! If Rowan offers you "a lactating frankfurter", then for the love of God, run! Save yourself!
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