Rostosky, you will have to use the money you saved "not" buying the delux cd box collection, and buy your great aunt Lucilla Rostosky, a personal cd player, as tapes are not available.

Ah,Wayne, I would but there is a problem.
All her household ( I call it a house,but technically its a shed) Items run off 350volts DC, I know this may seem a little scary to us in the UK but they are harder in Russia,what with the cold and the Vodka.

The upshot of this is that everything has to be "specially adapted" by granpapa Dimitri Rostosky.
So far he has done a grand job of adapting the cattle milking machine, the goat milking machine,the pig milking machine, and of course the Lucilla Rostosky emergency hardship winter milking machine, but his Finess in the more complex small scale electronic items is lacking due to his increasingly frequent tendency to vacate his bowels after just the smallest electrocution, which is , more often these days owing to poor eyesight, after the chernobyl fiasco, which he didn't cause all by himself at all.

Granpapa Dimitri Rostosky is also a social outcast solely because he glows in the dark, keeping folk awake at night.
I say folk but I really mean familly, well , only the 14 he shares a bed with and a piglet.

They say, in a letter: "please ask Wayne if he can make an exception to the no tapes rule, and if he ever comes to Russia, we will give him safe passage accross the dodgey parts, and also only sell him the good Wodka, and not the stuff that we usually sell to tourists that sometimes makes them (and granpapa) blind. He will also be offered first class turnip stew, and wont have to que up for it like other family members have to"

I said I would ask.

As this is exeptional circumstances, with your permission, I wish to use the profit I made from the, super delux piano world abf recital #22 cd box collection, set, to personally visit your great aunt Lucilla Rostosky, and present her with the "tape" edition. I look forward to the Turnip Stew!

Brilliant, If you can get there before the 22nd August, you will make it for the siberian bog snorkeling finals.
This is similar to the bog snorkeling they have here in Wales each year at Tregaron bog, but more hardcore,and with more wodka.

If you haven't been practising your bog snorkelling Wayne, you could come over to Wales to hone up on your skills and stamina levells before jaunting off to Auntie Lucilla Rostoskys in Siberia.

Granpapa will still have his hands in bandages after the recent electrocutions burns, but will still be competeing in the bog snorkelling finals.
He will put aside a few bottles of the "good stuff" (less than and not more than five years old as he calls it)
Heres a link to some excellent Welsh bog snorkelling, I know you understand there is not much else to do here in the valleys.

I love snorkling, Mrs Rossy at the beginning of the vid is very good by the way, mind u, bet she does it all the time, looking for archaeological evidence.



Was that an invitation? I'll consult the piano, and see when the next train's due!

Mrs. Rossy now has steam coming out of her nose, and is emanating her "youv'e had it now" expression.
(chocolates and meat, especially lamb is the only thing that will calm her down)

Rectified!

I hope you got the items required to restore peace in the Rostosky household, no one wants to see an unhappy Mr Rostosky, again, dishing out sound advice willy nilly