After 70 years, the Brits are allowed to read diplomatic dispatches. Imagine being the Ambassador to Moscow in 1943. Probably colder than Minjup in July, dreary as hell. Culture consisted of watching such films as
Ukraine in Flames and contemplating the fall-out from the Battle of Kiev. Still ... they had films and battles. In that respect much better than Minjup ... if you discount rows between the bogans across the road. So here’s one such communiqué from the Ambassador to Lord Pembroke, his superior at the Foreign Office. Enjoy. Especially if you’re cold.
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