I have something of a fascination for the many ways which Russians have found to place themselves in mortal danger. Those of us who are fortunate enough to live here get to watch, and indeed participate in, the entertainment that is potential suicide by motor transport. No shopping trip, even to the more expensive supermarkets, highlight at least to those of us brought up according to the western dietary traditions (fat bad, fibre good) of Russians daily flirtations with a reduced life expectancy.
And then there is this bizarre and miserable weather. It is apparently +2 outside as I write and it is definitely grey and miserable.
Which brings us in a rather round about way to an early occurrence of potential death by fishing and definitely one of my favourites; 100 fishermen on drifting ice in giant Russian water reservoir. And that's before taking in to account that well over 90% of those fishing were also consuming vodka in non-small doses. Usually you have to wait until March/April for this story, but as it seems that we are going to be winterless this year, after being summerless last year, the fishermen afloat stories came early this year.