Monday, 28 July 2014

Why, if Mr Spok beamed down to Russia, his brain would explode

Winston Churchill famously described Russia as a riddle wrapped in a mystery inside an enigma.

Spend some time in the workers paradise and few would disagree; you soon become accustomed to expecting the unexpected.

And it’s advisable not to spend too long trying to figure out logic behind the long list of oddities that confront you because there isn't one.

I've lost count the times I have walked in to a hotel, guest house or apartment after a long and difficult day to find only after several minutes of frustrated fumbling in the dark that the light switch is not in the logical place but is inconveniently tucked away behind the door.

Or in a different room,

The first few times this happens you find yourself starring in disbelief, spluttering like Jeremy Clarkson “for the love of Nigel Mansell's moustache why?”

If you ask a Russian you will be met with a shrug of the shoulders and a vague smile that seems to say haven’t you got better things to worry about.

And they’d be right.

Beam me up Scotty.