Hollow Man

My dad went to St Petersburg this week. He dropped in on his way back from the airport (while I was at work) and left a little gift for me.

russian doll

That’s fantastic, I thought. A doll inside a doll inside a doll… Russia… the most obvious gift. Well, knowing my dad, there must be some sort of witty underlying pattern, which will become apparent when I start opening successive dolls.


Dad, I’m sorry that I ever doubted you.

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I have those coasters… in fact that exact one is right now on the desk in front of me unobscured by a glass.

And just so this doesn’t become one of those comments threads that never references the actual content of the post, you’ve got a thoughtful and caring dad there Pete.

It most certainly is a H-K soundstick, Estee. First time I heard those speakers in the shop, I creamed myself. When nobody bought me them for Christmas in 2004, I took matters into my own hands, and bought them on Boxing Day.

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