From a small tin can, this is the BBC
So I feel really British this morning. I’m listening to the BBC streaming radio (complete with tinny robotic-sounding announcers thanks to over-compression), had an Earl Grey tea this morning with my pastry, and I was listening to Morissey (’Irish blood, English heart…’) this morning on my drive.
And I’m getting a little bit annoyed listening to this stream. It’s about Yukos (of Russian political persecution fame) and the interaction between the Kremlin and the fledgling Russian private sector in general. I wrote a paper about German Foreign Direct Investment in Russia some time ago for George Bergstrom’s class. And now, thanks to world events, it’s irrelevant. Putin just disproved my theory in the paper, that investment would trump political bickering for the improvement of Russia. I was hoping to use it later on, but it’s invalid now. Gr. At least Yukos probably won’t go the way of Magnetorsk (of variable-spelling fame).
Ah, the A-to-Zed list of Programmes. I miss England.
