• Moscow. 2011.

    A week heavy on the balitikas and metaxa 3 star had its wicked way on my IBS wretched guts.

    After a particularly gruelling come down we made it to Moscow central train station for the 8 hour over night train to St. Peterburgs.

    I finally rustled the courage for a beer at the station before we boarded. 1 turned into 3 and we were pissed. Joking about. Tears of laughter between us reminiscing about the weeks antics.

    I laugh. Turtle head.

    Running to the toilet I let out an almighty torrent of acrid abuse on the porcelain.

    The metaxa.

    Bout over, I reach for the paper roll.

    No loo roll. Anywhere. Our train is boarding.

    I whip off my boxers. Wipe.

    There's no bin to dispose of the crime. Behind the u bend they go.

    I run to the train and spend the next 8 hours sans pants on an overnight train in July heat in jeans. Drinking trying not to shart. One sweaty arse

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