Top Five For Friday
Okay, I admitting right up front that I am shamelessly ripping this idea off from the Guardian talk boards, or GUT as it is known. There are a couple of reasons for this, firstly because it is fun, today is Friday, and Friday is not made for being serious, for doing work, or for anything other than frittering time away whilst waiting for beer o’clock. And secondly, I would be participating in this on GUT itself, but for the multiple bannings I’ve received under various pseudonyms for sexism, racism, bad language, inappropriate sexual remarks, being derogatory about disabled people, and other generally offensive behaviour. Telling them that I wasn’t being literal was apparently no defence, so here we are.
The idea here is to encourage as many lurkers as possible to come out of the shadows and post a comment, because you can be as involved or as brief as you like, just fill in your answers to the list and say hello.
So, today’s five are:
1. Favourite sandwich.
2. Favourite rock (or indie) beard.
3. Favourite bullshit bingo phrase.
4. Favourite music reviewer’s bingo phrase.
5. Favourite animal that is chiefly a native of Russia (link to a picture appreciated).
And here, to accompany the silliness, are some songs, just for fun:
Squirrel Nut Zippers – Twilight
Paul Weller – Has My Fire Really Gone Out?
Junior Walker & the All-Stars – (I’m a) Roadrunner
Charlie Don’t Shake – Heaps of Dirt
The Delgados – Aye Today
Right, here we go, I might as well kick things off:
1. Smoked meat, pickles and mustard on rye. Shitloads of mustard.
2. James Hetfield from Metallica. Trying to look so hard, actually looking really camp.
3. Let’s ‘hothouse’ that for a couple of minutes.
4. ‘Swirling’. Yes, I know, guilty as charged.
5. The saiga antelope. Just look at that nose – it’s right out of Star Wars:
1. Sandwich – Christmas Leftovers Sandwich. This is a clear winner – there are good things about late night plastic white bread bacon sandwiches, about pastrami and dill pickle and mustard sandwiches and even, goddamnit, about cheese and pickle sandwiches, but you can’t beat something made from a forage in the fridge when the fridge is so full. Chicken/Turkey/Whatever, stuffing, mustard/mayo/pickle, salad, thick thick white bread. Maybe ham, maybe bacon. Salt, the wonderful coarse gritty stuff, maldon salt. Yum.
2. Indie Beard – I always had a thing for the beard Paddy MacLoon grew after SWOON and before Steve McQueen just because of the story that he thought the beard made him look like steve mcqueen and when nobody mentioned it he decided on the album name AND to sit on a motorbike on the cover. This story makes no sense at all but it’s still good.
3. Bullshit Bingo – Community. Because, from a perspective within educatiion, this could mean ‘provide a needed, wanted and meaningful resource for local people, get to know and undertand your catchment area, integrate school life with real life’ and on and on, but in practice means ’stripmine educational funding by giving schools to private organisations and individuals even though they only pay for about 2% of what they get, and then let them be in charge even though they build schools without things like natural light or dining halls, and let them take charge of everything so they can teach creationism and entrepreneurial skills but ignore the real timetable and curriculum.
4. Music Reviewers Bingo – anything involving ‘when I talked with him’ when it’s written by a professional journalist. And the whole of that guardian article about how blogs were shit.
5. Russian Animal – Some kind of Bat – I like bats, even though the last time I went to the bat cave at the zoo one of them did a pooh on me.
Hello. Nice idea.
Okay.
1. Cheese savoury from Gregg’s. And an irn bru. The best hangover cure. Ever. (Maybe topped of with a magnum ice cream.)
2. E from the Eels. Circa Souljacker. Hero.
3. ‘We need to explore ways of increasing revenue streams’, translation: “we need to make more money”.
4. Dirge.
5. The eurasian eagle owl.
1. Pastrami, Cream Cheese, Gherkins and Horseradish on a bagel, as served by The New York Deli in Cardiff.
2. Kenny Rogers
3. Thought Shower
4. Ethereal
5. Firefox
1. Ploughmans – i love branstons
2. Warren Ellis – coverage, length and volume
3. ‘touch base’ – my boss says it alot and it pisses me off
4. ‘anthemic’ – a bit vague
5. Polecat (some species are exclusive to Russia) I used to have one called Mick
I use ‘ethearal’ a lot!
You used to have a polecat called Mick? Legend!
I was a country lass and got mick to keep the bunnies at bay – he was crap at it tho.
i like this thread
1. chicken, coleslaw and onions topped with black pepper on a large white roll.
2. Dan Auerbach from the Black Keys
3. any fuckin shorthand way of saying something like “applic for lbc”……meaning an application for listed building consent. just say it.
4.”they sound like” – fuckin lazy.
5.siberian bear
All bears are cool. All of them.
absolutely. the red panda is particularly fuckin cool.
oh and i take it nobody read my stereolab post – either that or nobody can/wants to help me!
Isn’t the red panda part of the reccoon family? Like the Giant Panda?
I read your post – not much I can do in terms of new hardware I’m afraid.. Meursault use a laptop Mac for all their artsy-fartsy stuff, might be worth having a word with Neil.
yeah – planned that, just thought somebody using this might know.
is the panda bear thing similar to the killer whale thing? as in a killer whale is not a whale it’s part of the dolphin family. i did not know that about the red panda.
here you go:
The most recent molecular-systematic DNA research places the Red Panda into its own independent family Ailuridae. Ailuridae are in turn part of a trichotomy within the broad superfamily Musteloidea (Flynn et al., 2001) that also includes the Mephitidae (skunks) and the Procyonidae (raccoons) + Mustelidae (weasels). Unlike the Giant Panda, it is not a bear (Ursidae).[3]
interesting.
and incase somebody thinks I’m nuts:
The Orca or Killer Whale (Orcinus orca), less commonly, Blackfish or Seawolf, is the largest species of the oceanic dolphin family. It is found in all the world’s oceans, from the frigid Arctic and Antarctic regions to warm, tropical seas.
I still think your nuts.
Though well informed about varying animal species.
Euan is very well informed.
Did you know he can just reel that stuff off at will? You know – like – down the pub or something..
Doesn’t need to look it up or anything.
You should all test him with animal species-related questions in the pub tonight.
Mid-set. He’d like that.
I feel more respect needs to be shown to Adam on this thread for his truly impressive educational rant in the second post:
Got a bee in your bonnet there Adam?
I also like the same sort ot people when they make an appearance in my industry. Here they use ‘user-centric’ to mean ‘what I want’, which is neat, if sadly transparent.
1. Veggie Grinder w/Cheese (as, again, served by The New York Deli in Cardiff – I just had one for lunch with a lovely NY Apple Juice to swill it down)
2. Sam Beam or Chris Ward* (Pattern Is Movement), who has an uncanny resemblance to English mirthmeister Daniel Kitson** (who would be my 3rd choice)
3. “What’s New & Exciting Today?” – my NY compadre says that everytime he calls me. Drives me fucking bananas (he just rang & took 30mins to explain he was going to call someone else later today)
4. “Genius” – how many times have musi-journs etc. (including I) over-used & devalued such a topshelf word/phrase/description by tagging it onto anything that takes their fancy at that given moment? Cunts, the lot of them (including me)
5. Russian Blue Cat***
* http://viewmorepics.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=viewImage&friendID=8289989&albumID=235993&imageID=31999236
** http://web.mac.com/dk27/Site/_a.html
*** http://www.catfacts.org/russian-blue-pictures-cat-facts.htm
if someone could let me know how I sort out links in these comments I’d be most grateful. I’ve tried the usual/standard coding & it never seems to work. Am I missing something?
Is that one of your cats then, DC? Fine-looking creatures indeed.
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1) Corned beef on white bread. What can I say, I want to live in a pre-WWII society.
“During 1963 and 1964, tins of Argentinian corned beef were responsible for several outbreaks of Typhoid. The most severe of these hospitalised over 500 people in Aberdeen”
Delicious.
2) Garth Hudson from the Band circa. The Band LP
http://www.hopewell.tv/site/images/stories/news_images/garth.jpg
Although this guy earns my respect.
http://www.tremeloes.oldiemusic.de/galerie/dave_halfbeard.jpg
3) Holistic – anything can be applied to it. A holistic outlook on policy implementation, a holistic approach to project management, a holistic method of sandwich making.
4) Sounds like John Lennon being dragged through Jimi Hendrix’s garage whilst being soaked in brine by Brian Eno. Any variation of this sentence template using interchangable artists, nouns and verbs.
5) Probably some sort of bear, in line with most of us. But whilst trawling Wikipedia, I found this rather interesting beast. Extinct mind, but was chiefly native to Russia.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Steller%27s_Sea_Cow
8m long. Big manatee. Big comment.
Answer of the day so far. Brilliant sandwich, brilliant beard (second one disqualified, however cool it is, on grounds of violating the terms of the challenge) and brilliant dugong.
Holistic. Apply it to medicine and you get an ocean of charlatans merrily ripping off the credulous with make-believe even the Muppet Show would sneer at.
Big splodge of red sauce in that corned beef sarnie and you’re on to a winner every time.
Or, for high days and holidays, picalilli.
Always over-egging the pudding…
I really hate:
“it’s like [insert other band or artist name] on acid.”
I mean, really. “It’s like the pointer sisters – on acid!”
Really? Is it really like the pointer sisters on acid? Have you heard the pointer sisters on acid? Wouldn’t the pointer sisters on acid just sound like a slightly less coherent version of the pointer sisters? Wouldn’t that impair their ability to sing and play in tune? Wouldn’t that, in fact, be shit?
Who knows. Maybe the pointer sisters were already drugged up crack whores.
Corned beef sarnies though… Mmmm!
Now I really need a corned beef sandwich. It’s probably extra wrong but Tesco Value packets are the best.
A British Rail sandwich enthusiast! Ladies and gentleman we have a pervert in the house. Hugh Fearnley-Thingumstaff would chase you down the road brandishing a bunch of organic fair trade parsley with murderous intent!
If Whittingstall can find a way to make organically reared, ethically sound, happy-life in a daisy strewn field corned beef slices and keep the delicious taste of sodium nitrate intact? Then he can assault me with the offcuts of a grouse.
South Wales, and DC will back me up here, is home to a legendary corned beef confection. The corned beef pie or pastie.
I’m sure they make them elsewhere, but South Wales is its spiritual home.
There’s a caff up on the high street in Pontypridd that does a wonderful tray-baked corned beef pie. Served piping hot in gravity-defying tower blocks of corned beef and potato sandwiched between two layers of flaky pastry, with a blob of Daddie’s sauce and beans.
Imagine a custard (or in Scotland ‘vanilla’) slice, but with hot corned beef where the wobbly custard should be.
corn beef sales on a the up in edinburgh this weekend then.
a study has recently been published that states elephants may be able to run, using a definition based on leg action (bounce), but ignoring the requirement for a suspended phase.
There is some debate as to how fast an elephant can walk, but it is generally accepted that a charging elephant can travel at 20+ mph, certainly faster than most men can run.
Just heard someone on Radio 1 saying ‘all bangers no clangers’. whilst not so much a music review as a personal review of his own show – i wanted to share it. think i may vomit.
i don’t like corn beef either
Thank f*** it’s friday….
I’m a big fan of the Giant Ant Eater, they’re cool – anything Euan?
You can’t stump him now – Wikipedia will save him whatever you ask.
Oooh, unless we plant dodgy information on Wikipedia, then ask him a question that will lead him to it, then point and laugh when he repeats it verbatim. That would be brilliant if I could ever summon the energy for such elaborate japesterism.
Which I can’t.
I can summon about enough energy to drink the glass of Cab Sav my boss is pouring for me, then i’m done!
I want to work where Izzy works!
Me too! Fucking hell, don’t tease us woman, that’s just cruel!
Mmmmm…… wine!!!
i still have to work tonight tho whilst you are all out enjoying the Kays and ginning it up!
PRINCE’S!!
1. Favourite sandwich: tuna mayo
2. Favourite rock (or indie) beard: beards look dirty (and not in a good way)
3. Favourite bullshit bingo phrase: “development opportunity” = shit job for ya
4. Favourite music reviewer’s bingo phrase: “there’s always been a dance element to their music”
5. Favourite animal that is chiefly a native of Russia (link to a picture appreciated). No
for you izzy:
It is a solitary animal, found in many habitats, including grasslands, deciduous forests and rainforests. It feeds mainly on ants and termites, sometimes up to 30,000 insects in a single day.
cool – don’t like ants, they get everywhere!
Good luck on the gig tonight – doubt i’ll make it over, but definately the next one.
See Ted, I appreciate that you’re playing an’ all, but honestly. No beards? No interesting Russian fauna? You’re not even trying, man. It must be all those Es you popped in the early 90s.
*ducks*
we’ll no doubt be stumbling back towards the shore after we play. mmmm wine.
if anyone is interested, I also know how to survive if your parachute doesn’t open – thought yet to test it out.
Sorry, Dylan.
I’m a vegetarian. Have been for 22years.
I’ve never eaten a corned beef pastie, or sandwich, in my life. So can’t say either way on the waulity of anything homegrown in S. Wales.
I don’t eat fish or meat – not because of politics, or anything vaguely related to PETA or anti-vivisectionism, etc., but because from a very early age I simply didn’t like the taste (or smell, in fish’s case) of either. Not even fish fingers. There were a few exceptions in meat: I loved liver (& onion gravy & mash); I loved chicken & turkey dinners; I loves these nasty beef slice things we used to get from our local supermarket. But anything else meat? Ewww.
There’s more ot this story but I am being kicked out of my office early, so, adieu for now…
There is so much in that comment that horrifies me I can’t even begin to go into it.
Good god! I’ve just replaced the YouTube videos on the Meursault session with Vimeo ones and they look so much better, it’s incredible. YouTube: fired. Your bags are packed.
I suspected as much when you mentioned you had the Veggie Grinder from the New York Deli, when they do a really good meatball version.
Oh well, each to their own.
Weirdo.
1. fave sandwich: peanut butter, bacon, bananas on wonder bread (white, ridiculously cheap, grocery store variety in case you don’t have it there)– no teasin, it’s delish! especially after an afternoon of hot and sweaty fucking, and goes down well with a big glass of Pepsi or beer of choice if you imbibe.
2. oohh I do love beards, so heavenly to slink up against a furry man face, so delightful to feel the scratch between one’s thighs, *sigh* — but I honestly can’t think of a single musician with a decent one these days, what’s up with that!? I clearly don’t listen to the right kind of indie music, meaning I don’t listen to indie music. Perhaps Bruce Springsteen when he was just starting out?
3. bullshit bingo phrase — I had to wait for you all to answer this one as I had no idea what “bingo” had to do with it! I take it means “meaningless”? or “overused”? Then I go with the phrase “begs the question” because honestly it doesn’t mean what you think it does. If something begs the question, it doesn’t ask the question folks! But perhaps that is just an academic pet peeve, so in that case then I’ll go with “awesome” because so very few things are really awesome.
4. isn’t there some incredibly luxuriously furry animal in Russia that makes a fine coat? Oh yes, the sable .
xoxoxo Matthew, brilliant idea for a rainy Friday!
It is a brilliant idea, Tartski, but as I confessed it is sadly not mine. Still, a most excellent list: a deeply dubious sandwich and Springsteen’s beard was indeed a fabulous one. The lad looked so cool in his beard and funk and leather jacket phase.
& we’re back…
Dylan, I have it on good authority that the Veggie & Meat Grinders are equal in their deliciousness.
Toad, I’ve never been shy of trying stuff (these days, not so much because I really can’t be arsed now) so have tried shark, squid, all manner of fish & sea platter (as a kid, even though it made me retch, I did used to eat cockles & mussels with my grandpap when we vistited seasides in the summer & I eventually aquired a way of eating them without feeling queasy). However, I can say, because of how old I was when I decided I was no longer young enough to be told what I had to eat (which is eons ago, now) I have never eaten the following:
(1) Anything meat-based from a Macdonalds, because they just weren’t around at the time (I had a Wimpy when the first ever one in Wales opened in Newport & it was fucking awful), so I’ve never had the pleasure of stomach rejecting their inferior McSlaughterhouse bun fun
(2) A Chipshop Kebab – they didn’t exist when I was a kid, & as I was a kid when I turned (mwah-ha-ha) missed them becoming the staple diet for anyone walking home from a pub pissed. I have tried some kebab ‘meat’ & state here & now that you people who eat them are fucking wrong in the head. Disgusting offal.
You say that with pride, though. Ingesting utter filth is one of the great pleasures of life. Just get drunk enough that when you think about what’s in it you giggle instead of barfing. Actually, a big fat Burger King is pretty good for a hangover.
I hope you’re all well into your Gin by now there, over here it’s not good offal unless it’s char-grilled and slathered with sauteed onions, only first having been boiled in beer. And where I come from, we saved all the bits left over from sausage making (head, feet, shanks, etc…) to congeal into a loaf with cornmeal and spices and slice into thick pieces and fry up in lard in a skillet and eat with maple syrup! Now THAT’S good offal eatin and very good for morning afters
Sorry D&C, it seems you are a glutton for punishment today. And has anyone told you lately how disturbing your initials actually are?
I really don’t mind about people eating meat, hunting it, killing it, bbqing it, stuffing it into their mouths with a million garnishes & relishes (if meat, or anything come to that, was that good, why the bloodbath & spunkfest & fannysplatter of ketchup, mayo & mustard etc?), shitting it out the next day onto a soft bun & re-heating it in a microwave for work lunch yadda yadda yadda…
But I do kind of wonder why people do eat shit – &, clearly, a lot of processed meat products are, in some cases very literally, shit. Does no one ever stop to think what they’re eating? It’s doubtful.
The nearest I get to eating shit of any description these days is Tofu – now that fucking abomination is basically vegetable cancer. Horrible, horrible stuff. It’s up there with sushi as far as I am concerned.
Once in a blue moon I will eat a Burger King Veggie meal – mainly because I love their glutinous, gelatine heavy milk shakes – but every time I do I regret it. Makes me ill. So stuffed with fat & grease & salt & fuck knows what else. But, it’s better to gorge once in a blue one on that than take the, ahem, “healthy option” at MacShitHouse. Has anyone tried their chargilled vegetable wraps? I believe they have a giraffe stationed out the back of every (where the fuck do they get the nerve to call them a) restaurant, shitting into pre-rolled wraps. Godawful taste torture. They are basically herbivore PukeTarts.
Seeing as we’re on lists:
Listopia
This is a site run/compiled by a very, very old mukka called Log. He used to run a site called Disappointment but it got burned down by a shitty virus. He was the guy who wrote the original Law of The Playground manual, what turned into a book & then a crappy TV series.
I knew him because I used to be part of a rather nasty satirical site called The Magic Bullet Theory, (my nom de plume was TheEvilTwin – catchy, huh?), itself burning down because we on the ’staff’ crossed (one of many) a line with Dr. Pepper (it’s a long story, but it involved a fake Dr. P advert that showed an an x-ray of a suitcase, which included a bottle of Dr. P, & a United Airline ticket dated 09.11.2001… you can all guess what the tag line was. It was posted on-line less than 48hrs after the event. Suffice, it caused a bit of a stink. The site got shut down & we all scattered. The owner of the site, I believe, received a very hefty spanking from the Dr. P legal dept.
Anyway, Log, who wasn’t involved in the site but was part of a smallish circle of stupid ‘comedy’ sites back then, is a very funny gayboy. I can say that because he says it himself. He went on to do a ton of other new sites & collated them here. Well worth a trawl through for some genuine comedy gold; unfortunately he himself is still upsetting people, rather odd/deluded people, with his japes: this page here on one of his sites is a demented comment war following the posting of a video he made (Jennifer, the protagnonist in the video, was him in a wig & dress) of pictures of animals/pets & descriptions of how they died in his/her care. It was fucking hilarious. Unfortunately someone genuinely discovered a picture they had taken of one of their pets was in the video & had it removed from YouTube & threw a legal case at him. Madness, but the comments are well worth a bored afternoon belly laugh.
Anyway, again, his new one is Listopia, as above. Some of it is very funny indeed. Especially this one:
Best things to shout at the moment of climax
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I particularly like Don’t worry about getting pregnant. My AIDS will kill the baby, & Now I’m gonna shit on your Dimmocks you fucking cunt!, & FLOELLA BENJAMIN.
But then, I am from jaded stock.
Up there with sushi? Sushi is the gods’ own food. Raw fish. Mmmmmmmm.. if there is any better food on the planet I have yet to find it.
Then God’s breath stinks of industrial estate minge.
p.s. forgot to say: no, not my cat(s). mine are a shorthaired black, & a miniaturelong haired Maine Coon, coloured copper & black. would like a Russian Blue, though.
A bit late, but Friday straggles on here.
1. Cheese, tomato, lettuce (or equivalent green leafy stuff) and red onion on rye bread (the darker the better). And sitting in a hotel room with only minibar peanuts for company, crikey I could go for one of them right now.
2. Ted Greene. He’s not really rock, he’s not really indie, he’s the author of a guitar instructional book I had years ago called “Chord Chemistry”, and may well have been inspirational in the design of ewoks.
3. “Actionable items”; as in “lets come up with a list of actionable items that we can use to move this project forward, as a substitute for doing any real work”. I can typically think of many actions I would like to perform on said items. Windows or rubbish bins are often involved.
4. “They’re a bit like a cross between x and y” where x and y are other artists. I find myself using this all the time in describing a band to someone, while a little bit inside of me cringes and dies, thinking, “you know, language contains adjectives… would it kill you to formulate an original description”.
5. Arctic fox Couldn’t you just take one home?
The tv thing was indeed shite but I still love the law of the playground site – it’s full of the most wonderful jawdropping things.
How does he get his name to end up with an “m” instead of an “n” Matty? We’ve now got Drumk Country in our midst LOL. And do tell us what “utter filth” you drowned your gin in last night, inquiring insomniacs want to know! You’ve got more than a few wall flowers to speak up on this post, bravo!
1. Can’t beat the old cheese & pickle
2. Joe Goddard from Hot Chip
3. “Thanks for the heads up” – no, just thanks for telling me, you f***wits
4. Ethereal
5. The Amur Tiger (native of Siberia)
http://www.amur.org.uk/tigers.shtml
Drumk, thanks for the, er, heads up, on Listopia – very funny, indeed.
Ah, yes. TWoTH & I destroyed 4 bottles of white last night hence the errant ‘m’ appearing after a cache/cookie/etc. clean & having to retype.
Four bottles? You must have been very drumk imdeed.
Top tiger, slackdad. Tigers are just fucking cool anyway, mind, no matter where they’re from.
Favorite sandwich: Peanut butter, marshmallow fluff, potato chips, and chocolate quick powder on a pita
Indie beard: this guy — http://itrocks.biteus.org/wp-content/uploads/2006/05/beard2.jpg
Favorite bullshit bingo phrase: “Pinch a loaf”
Favorite music reviewer’s bingo phrase: Anyhting to do with “gossamer”
Largely Russian animal: Vladimir Putin
No wonder you hated Gossamer Albatross! What does pinch a loaf mean?
Look it up. It’s not pretty.
Tart, to put your mind at rest, last night’s offal ingestion featured battered sausages.
I’d skipped dinner and was three pints down before I got to the Village, so after presenting myself with the daunting challenge of a pint of Addlestone’s Crazy CIder, I decided a chippy was required before venturing any further forward.
So I went to the chip shop round the corner and ordered battered sausage and chips, but apparently the standard portion size is three – count ‘em! – three battered sausages.
I only wanted one sausage and a few chips, so I gave the leftover chips to two girls smoking fags at the door of the pub, and gave my spare battered sausages to Matthew and Euan.
Mother fuckin’ Theresa, I am.
offal ingestion – battered sausages and Addlestone’s.
Its a crime against the good name that is cider!
Oh thank god it was battered, I’d begun to lose faith in you Scots!
C&B you’ve picked my second fave sandwich but you really need Wonder bread for that too, and Putin, of course, what was I thinking?
You’re like some sort of sausage fairy, Dylan.
Last night was a bit hairy as well. Ouch.
Thank you, Mr Toad, for pulling me out from under my rock with your verbal inkblottia.
1. Favourite sandwich: thin-sliced turkey, strong cheddar, tart granny smith on baguette, with a sloppy amount of that homemade honey mustard that you just can’t find in a jar, but that is actually homemade.
2. Favourite rock (or indie) beard: Zevon
3. Favourite bullshit bingo phrase: After reading through your comments to find out what exactly you mean by “bingo phrase”, I came away still unsure, so I will assume it means basically, “annoying cliche that I love to hate”, therefore I submit the following: “love to hate”
4. Favourite music reviewer’s bingo phrase: see above.
5. Favourite animal that is chiefly a native of Russia (link to a picture appreciated): I have a thing for Slavic women generally. I don’t mean this to denigrate Russian or Slavic women generally, nor do I want to sound like a pervert. Nor do I want to sound like a “racial determinist”. But, of the women I’ve dated, the further East in Europe, the more beautiful, the more provocative, the more everything… (I currently adore a woman from Eastern Europe whose nationality is not Slavic/Russian, but whose last name actually means “Russian”. Go figure.)