Stage 2

Since his birth there have been problems with the Russians. They create problems to satisfy their own sick humour. If a Russian can make life more difficult for you, s/he will go out of their way to do so. They don't mind doing more work just to make sure you don't get the answers you want, the decisions you'd like made and the documents you need. They have, in the words of a good friend, made an art form of making life a misery for others.

It must be a disaster to realise that you are Russian. For a G8 country they have as much freedom in the world as a Taliban leader. About as welcome as a dose of the clap in most countries. Free to go to Uzbekistan or Tadjekistan. Who the fuck would want to go there? And even in places where they don't need a visa, they are as welcome as that dose of the clap. Not surprisingly the ex-republics dislike russians - why? - for making their lives a misery.

Since the fall of Communism they have started on a new enemy - everyone who wants to visit the shithole country. If you want culture and architecture go to Tallin or Riga. Safer, more civilised and much friendlier than the major tourist hot spots of the motherland.

I give an example to back up this claim. In a 4 day break there in the summer of 2004 (4 days because the consulate fucked up my visa - incompetent fools) I witnessed, in 4 hours on Nevsky prospect, the main street in St Petersburg, three attempted robberies by gypsies. Attempted because I stopped them. The victims? Tourists. Their problem? Looking like tourists. What did the locals do? Stand around like the shower of cunts they are, tutting at the cheek of the gypsies who dare to surround and then rob tourists. CUNTS! It's quite simple. You wade in with a few kicks, fists flying and the little bastards scatter. The pregnant ones might stand tall, so you aim a kick at the unborn child, cause a miscarriage, you'll be doing the world a favour.

What has this got to do with my son? Stage 3 . . . . .