I've linked her before, and I'll link her again, but for now, without further ado, i present one of Australia's foremost living writers, Ms Shauna Marsh:

what's new, pussycat?:"It was all over in under a minute. Back out in the Moscow sunshine, we walked behind the Mausoleum to look at the graves of departed Soviet leaders. Each had his own bust: a pompous Brezhnev, a truly evil Stalin. Hats off to Josef’s sculptor, the evil eyes seemed to follow you as you tiptoed around the corner. It was the most terrifying lump of concrete since The Big Merino."