Tomorrow I'm off to Tallinn for 3 days on my brother in-law's stag weekend. Three days of cheap beer leavened only by a football match against some locals which is bound to result in getting splattered to all 4 corners of the Baltic by local 6 feet 10 tree-munching goliaths. And then there's the Rugby match...
I have slightly warmed to the trip on discovering that there ARE indeed record shops there, although no doubt my furtive attempts to sneak off and record shop will render me the butt of various pranks.
Anyway folks, think of me as I take to the air in Air Estonia's finest 1963 Tupelov.... possibly returning only after a ten stretch in the local stir (How long would you get for stealing a policeman's helmet? Do Estonian rozzers WEAR helmets).
― Dr. C, Thursday, 4 July 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)