This book makes me thirsty. It makes me want to taste wines, and to slam neat vodkas and talk politics.
Vitaliev's experiences with the wretched Australians are amusing. I always wanted to go to the Oktoberfest, so when I get round to it I'll get heavy on the avoision of these beings.
Yes, avoision is a word. As in tax avoision.
Vague memories come back of the Clive James show, although can't quite remember what Vitali said, but remember James squishing his face up and getting a real kick out of the name of his Moscow correspondent, only just managing to say it without imploding.