Inter-nyet

 

        We know not this "iiiiiiinternet", but maybe these dried fish-stuffs will suffice?

So the Daily Durak hasn't turned out to be quite as "daily" as the name might suggest*, largely due to northern Russia's insistence on remaining in the year 1978. Getting online is usually only possible in shady "Internet Klubs" (gloomy holes in the wall lit by the dim glow of gambling websites and fag-ends) or creaky post offices, where glaring women derail trains of thought by taking up all the elbow room and licking stamps loudly on purpose. However, I have now hit the relative big-smoke of Arkhangelsk, where "wireless" is more than just an unpronounceable word** and will endeavour to post as much ridiculousness as possible. Stay tuned...

 * I am, however, standing firm in my upholding of the "durak" side of things.
** Russians can't say the letter "W", I can't say "Arkhangelsk" properly without swallowing my tongue. Russia: 1. Me: Belly full of tongue.