Things Learned in Pubs

Yesterday evening I went down to the Mucky Duck, where Mondays are open mic night. To state the obvious, going to open mic night is a bit like playing spin the bottle (or so I imagine; I have never actually played it)--sometimes you get the hot one, sometimes you get the frump.

I should clarify that I am talking about the musicians in a metaphorical sense, instead of the waitresses in a lurid sense.

Anyway, one singer who was reminiscent of a suicidal Weird Al Yankovic in tone, style, and theme, left me with the distinct impression that the phrase "The whole damned world is going to hell" is much shorter in Russian than it is in other languages. This seems oddly fitting.