Diary of a Baltic Exile

  • 2003-12-11
Booze, booze, booze. Why is it, can anyone tell me, that foreigners drink such obscene quantities of alcohol in the Baltics? I mean, they don't merely go out and have a "quiet drink" and a "civilized chat," as most local people do. No, no, no, not a bit of it. Their ostensible aim in drinking, it seems, is nothing less than all-out self-obliteration. Whether it's Brits belligerently eructating as they steamroll their way toward some club where "the totty is," or bald Scandinavians dripping with vodka-induced sweat as they melt into the heat of the neon night, or Americans assaulting your ea...
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