Not Saussure

January 14, 2007


Filed under: Foreigners, Uncategorized — notsaussure @ 7:49 pm

I tried this twice, because I couldn’t decide which meal I wanted (caviar and vodka to start, I’d have thought, and then the seafood and vegetables) or whether I wanted to spend the evening at a wild nightclub where anything might happen (been to a few of those in St Petersburg) or drinking coffee and talking. Anyway, I’m damned if I’m going admit that my ‘Inner European’ might be French, so here’s the first diagnosis it gave me:

Your Inner European is Russian!

Mysterious and exotic.
You’ve got a great balance of danger and allure.

Who’s Your Inner European?

Via Nourishing Obscurity

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  1. My inner european was dutch which actually makes me very tolerant…

    Comment by wayne — January 14, 2007 @ 10:17 pm

  2. Like the Russians, I’m not particularly tolerant; just long-suffering.

    Comment by notsaussure — January 15, 2007 @ 12:37 am

  3. I got classed as French… Does any UK person want to merge with me?

    Comment by D-Notice — January 15, 2007 @ 6:58 pm

  4. Welcome aboard, Notsaussure. Now, about the girls. There are two for every man and ……

    Comment by james higham — January 15, 2007 @ 8:06 pm

  5. … and… Speaking as someone who once had a Russian girlfriend, I’d be inclined to complete the sentence with ‘ruinously expensive and certainly not advised for those of a nervous disposition, but worth every penny’, though I appreciate that might not be what you had in mind.

    Comment by notsaussure — January 15, 2007 @ 8:29 pm

  6. I was French too!!

    Damn. I wanted to be from Bulgaria. I think it’s a con.

    I specifically chose answers that I thought a Bulgarian would choose. Well, a Bulgarian would choose them if there were Bulgarian type answers to choose from, which there weren’t.

    So, I am being Bulgarian on the grounds that the questions weren’t impartial.



    Comment by queenminx — January 15, 2007 @ 10:17 pm

  7. Queenminx, don’t worry; you sound eminently Bulgarian to me.

    Comment by notsaussure — January 15, 2007 @ 11:57 pm

  8. I came out Swedish. Was a bit worried about the amount of drinking I may have to do to remain Swedish so I did it again. Irish. Oops.

    Comment by Ms Melancholy — January 16, 2007 @ 7:26 am

  9. My impression of the Swedes is primarily based on what happened to a friend of mine. The poor chap, having clearly sinned in a previous life, found himself as resident resort manager for Torremolinos.

    The one advantage to the job, he reasoned, was he met a lot of Swedes, particularly Swedish girls, who certainly knew how to party; consequently, when the opportunity of a job teaching English in Stokholm came up, he jumped at it.

    Unfortunately, according to him, Swedes, (particularly Swedish girls) live lives of high seriousness for 50 weeks of the year — partly because the booze is so expensive there — and go wild for the remaing two. And they tend to leave the country in order so to do.

    No comment on the Irish bit, Ms Melancholy, for obvious family reasons, other than to say that — and this is based on first-hand experience and observation — even they must cede to the Russians in some aspects of life.

    Comment by notsaussure — January 16, 2007 @ 12:44 pm

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