Back again. Just a quick update with pics to please Pete (and Pete, if you think calling beer less classy than a cocktail is heretical, do you really think chugging Carling looks classy? I'm not saying it tastes bad, but if I saw James Bond with a can of Carlsberg he'd go down in my estimation). I could mention that I went to a place called Fidel to celebrate a friend's engagement, which was decorated with pics of Fidel Castro and Cuban paraphenalia (the bar, not the engaged couple). Anyway, I moved into a new flat, as I mentioned last update.

As I moved into the new flat, I thought it best to grab some pics as soon as I walked into the door, before I soiled it. This is the sizeable living room, with plenty of storage place for all the stuff I don't have.





Bedroom. I didn't have a bedroom before, just a living room with a bed in it (which was about as big as my current living room on its own) so once again, more space.






The standard-looking kitchen, with old fashioned cooker and old fashioned kettle. None of your 'electric' kettles here, no sir. Basic but functional.






The charming view out of the kitchen window, towards work (north-west, for those taking note).







Incidentally, this is work. Pete wanted me to take pictures of stuff like my work, and this is it: the Kyiv Poly Institute (KPI) building in which [my school] is housed. Inspiring stuff. I always fear the big thing on the front will fall off, killing innocent students. Paranoia.





And on to the Metro. Zoloti Vorota is particularly far underground. To give you an idea of the grandeur of this, here is one of TWO escalators you need to take, from the top down.






And here's a much clearer view of the same escalator, from the bottom!







This is the view I had of Man Utd beating Derby in the League Cup, sitting in Golden Gate Pub (near Zoloti Vorota Metro). There's a table full of glory-hunting Man Utd supporters in front of me, and I was all alone for a bad day that continued to get worse... Still, 4-3 agg, can't complain too much.




And on a related note, here's the view I had of Burton Albion beating Barrow in the Blue Square Premier, sitting in O'Brien's Irish Ex-Pat Magnet. Once again, all alone, but funnily enough there were no Barrow fans to contend with - fancy that.





And when I turn round, here's what I see... such Irish heroes as Bono, Pierce Brosnan and, er, George Best (I guess Northern Ireland is good enough).






That's your lot. Go away.