Minä elän.

Huh, you people? Still here? How kind from you, I find your loyalty greatly pacifying.

As you have noted, I have pretty much ceased blogging. Don't worry for me - nothing unfortunate happened, I am still alive and living in London. It is just so that I have just said everything I once had to say, and as my current job tends to exhaust my capacity for writing English more or less on a daily basis, I cannot really come up with anything new and original that I'd wish to say, either.

However, at the moment I would indeed have something to say, but don't know the words. For I have no words to describe the level of this utter disgust I feel towards contemporary Russia. I am increasingly worried for my dear Georgian friends and for their beautiful country, which I'm personally strongly fond of, and don't think that all this is going to end very well. So, I guess the best thing to do is to urge our governments to build more nuclear power and renewables. It's the quickest way to reduce energy dependency from those globally perilous nutjobs who are in charge of that abyssally deep Eurasia-wide [insert your own noun here].

But may that be all, for now. There's a chance that I could start again at some point in the future, but I kind of feel that if I will then I will be writing in Finnish, and possibly anonymously. I miss my language. But do get in touch, dear reader, if you want to go for a pint of something (there's that email on my profile box) and I'll tell you how I ended up singing Finlandia Hymn to two President Saakashvili's brothers and their dinner accompanions in a Tbilisi restaurant on one rainy Friday evening not that long ago.

Let us conclude with a link to a piece of visual evidence that shows Vladimir Putin, Silvio Berlusconi and Jean-Claude Van Damme watching some Russian testosterone show.

Be good.