I have a postcard here from my globe-trotting friend Sarah and my Marillion-obsessed friend Lee, from their recent trip to Russia.
I actually had to rescue this poor postcard from death- i have no idea why but when it came through my letterbox, it was wet through and bordering on disintegration. I was so busy with my concern for the welfare of the postcard, that I failed to notice it had a picture of Rasputin's penis, in a jar. Nice!>


What the hell kind of research work is that? :)
This is my first Russian postcard, which makes it extra special, so I'm giving it it's own journal entry. That, and I'm scared Lee will kill me if I don't do it after I failed to appropriately acknowledge his last postcard...
Go to www.marillion.com to see what all the fuss is about.