home from home

in a bar/club called cafe amigo, in the basement of the tall and ugly viru hotel tower block. and mid sentence i stopped.
"i know this tune", i said to adrian.
"oh?" said adrian, listening to the weird russian pop that was orchestrating tall waifs and shorter heavyset brooding guys around the dancefloor
"in the russian pub i was telling you about, the one i used to live opposite on the kingsland road. ... no idea what the record is called though"

'dooba dooba yey' is the best i can come up with. you have to have heard it i guess.

adrian the friendly british businessman who runs his own company here and has lived here for 5 years was a pretty handy guy to meet on the flight into tallinn. by rights it was only 9.30pm when the flight got in, though the locals insisted on it being 11.30pm for some reason to do with the earth and the sun, but my body knew better. so it came to pass that adrian showed me a couple of interesting pubs and his recommended restaurants.

walking towards the cafe amigo, we were passed by two russian ladies asking whether either of us needed any company. declining and averting my gaze, i noticed that on the other side of the road was tallinn's only curry house, and i just thought 'commercial street'