Revolution!
The chap next door to me was Russian, and as mad as a sack of ferrets. He drove a taxi, and had his hair cut in the Travis Bickle stylee, and always, always wore combat gear.

He kept banging on about his "Mother Russia" and how, one day, it would be free of the "tyrant communists" that were destroying his once-proud nation. He often twitched disturbingly as he told us this, on a near daily basis.

"I am fully trained in all armed and unarmed combats" he told us, and the furniture in his flat consisted of nothing except a mattress and a multi-gym. In short, he was really bringing down the value of our place.

When the hardline communists tried to oust Gorbachev in the early 1990s, he decided that the time had come for him to return to Moscow and fight for a Russia free from the Soviet Union.

He was arrested with a suitcase full of nunchuks at Heathrow and I never saw him again.
( Scaryduck LIKES EGG, Thu 1 Sep 2005, 12:45, Reply)