Packing

Not so much fun. Especially not when you know that you won't be able to fit everything in your suitcase. Damn all of you who gave me large xmas presents! Damn you! And erm.... thank you as well. A bit tricky though to transport a designed crystal bowl when travelling with cheap airlines. They not so fond of a large amount of hand luggage in the cabins. 

Am pretty excited about the flight back to London. I'll have the company of E, Ida and E whom are all coming back with me for New Years celebrations. Us Swedes will show you Brits how New Years is properly done!

Although, when I think about it, the only difference between a Swedish New Years and a British one I can come up with is the rude singing that accompany our snapps drinking. The rest, extreme drunkeness and merrrryness, I think is more or less the same. Oh, and Brits tend to consume a bit more drugs than us... Although to be honest, this is something we tend to feel superior about. It's cool to say no!! :)

Sayonara Sweden, see you some time next year.

xxx




Australia

Baz Luhrmans epic was a surprisingly good and moving film. Almost three hours long, but so full of drama (and cattle) that it didn't feel that long at all.

Obviously one can go on and make a pretty hefty anthropological analysis of the way the Aborigines are depicted in the film (culture vs. nature and all that...) but all in all it was good, and did discuss the issue of 'the lost generation'  well. That is, the horrific way in which the Australian government took children that had been fathered by white men from their families and community, in order to 'breed the black out of them' (this practice was only stopped in 1974). This was done in specific institutions run by christian missionaries. Another great film discussing this is 'the Rabbit Fence', which I can highly recommend.


Ooohh, I almost forgot the most important and most delicious part of the whole film. You find a picture of it here.

Drool.

Blidö



Down by the boat house and pier.

I'm back

I have returned to civilisation after having spent Christmas on a semi-remote island outside Stockholm. It was a bloody bliss of a holiday, I tell you. It was great to breathe fresh air for a change, and to actually be able to see the stars at night, undisturbed by any street lights. I'll upload a picture so you can get a glimpse of it.

We even had time for a few hours in the Sauna yesterday followed by a couple of dips in the sea. The water was a perfect 2 degrees C. Pretty painful to go in, but it's such a nice feeling when you get out of the water. Really!

I am now at my mom's in the south of Sweden.

And now..... I'm really too tired to write anything else... Sorry.

Finally

The time has come for me to pack my bags and head North. As much as I love London, it's always good to get a break from the madness from time to time. Am flying to Stockholm tonight, with the hope of catching sight of at least a little bit of snow. It's going to be great to see dad. Haven't seen him since they all came over for my graduation.

Packing will be a bit of a mission. Have a bout a million Christmas Presents (all great presents I have to add...) to take home. And quite a few more, mainly booze, to buy at the airport.

Not sure how my internet access will be during Christmas since I'll be on an island outside Stockholm. Therefor I want to wish you all a Merry Christmas! Hope yours full of good food, presents, drinking, and some more food. I also want to say thanks (or something...) for reading my blog. It's a bit odd not to know who is reading it, but still loads of fun writing it. Thanks Ida for convincing me.

And again, consider giving one more Christmas present this year.

Feliz Natal
God Jul
Merry Christmas

I am no longer..

...an office Christmas party-virgin. To be fair it wasn't my office who threw the party, but my friend J's architect firm on King's Road.

It was splendid! There was karaoke, a bunch of crazy architects and various other interesting people, and alcohol and nibbles to last us well after midnight. The party also contained the customary embarrassing performances, drunkenness, snogging and vomiting.

'Our' party was actually so good, that the neighbouring web-design company (or whatever it was the guy said they did..) abandoned their own party to join in. It was the Karaoke, I tell you. We had it all, Abba, Dylan, Abba, Sinatra, Abba.. It even got a bit emotional at the end. Is it just me, or did we sing 'My Way' more than once?

Now I'm quite keen to finish for the day and to go home and have a shower. Didn't manage to go all the way home to Hackney last night, so I'm still in yesterdays work clothing. Lovely. Then it's back on the horse again.. D is having her birthday shabang in Camden tonight. It should be a late one, although this depends on how long D manages stand on her feet... So usually not for that long.

Merry Friday everyone

Today's Christmas Greeting

From First Dog Barney in the White House.

Dear E sent me this link today, and I don't know whether I should laugh or cry. It's been a long time since I saw something so tasteless and embarrassing. If I were Bush (shuddering at the mere though), I would want to at least try to depart the White House with som grace.

Well, it's obvious that that ain't happenin.

I also want to know who on earth is the white house decorator? Whoever it is, he/she should be prevented from doing any decorating ever again! My eyes are hurting.

Holiday!!!!!!!

Can't wait for this week to end. Am so looking forward to my 2.5 weeks off over Christmas and New Years. Christmas will be celebrated on a small island outside Stockholm with my dad and one part of the family, and after I'm taking the train down to the south to see my mom and the other part . I haven't had a proper holiday since I started this job in June, so I think I deserve one.

Christmas dinner with work last night was really nice. The meat at Gaucho is fantastic. I'm glad work picked up the bill though... We had a few interesting discussions about prostitution and the rehabilitation of drug users. I'm turning into a bleeding liberal which is quite disturbing. What ever happened to my firm belief in personal choice? Maybe it just melts away after three glasses of red wine... 

By the way, did you know that