Put your phones up in the air!

Oh. My. God.

I saw Massive Attack last night. And it was amazing. Really. And also I bought the skirt.

I want to go on for ages about the concert but it was wonderfull and great and amazing and I was totally blown away and they played all my favourite songs an wow wow wow, WOW. Don't really have so much to say of actual substance.

Or... on the matter of substance I have things to say. Damn! Smoke your weed before the show, not during, please! It's extremely disrespectful to stand in the middle of a large crowd and smoke pot during a whole concert! And my god that little jumping junkie in front of me. Dancing is ok. Jumping back and forth constantly for the whole show, even during the really slow songs like Teardrop, is not ok. Or, I mean, it's ok, it's just that not everyone in the audience popped a million pills before going. So take your extacy after the show! Drug etiquette: think about people around you. They might not enjoy the same things you enjoy. Asshole.

Work has been good today. Lots of routers, wich I like. Amalie has gone home to Denmark and I already really miss her. Ida has gone to Sweden for her vacation leaving Sara in charge, wich works really good! Sara has the powers of administration.

And yeah, the concert was wondertastic.

Keepin' it surreal

(I will be blogging in english from now on since ä and the other swedish stuff is missing from the keyboard. If anyone wishes to give me a laptop, make sure it has ä and the others.)

Well, London was wonderful. I totally fell in love. What a city. I never expected it to be so... colorful, excentric, weird, beautiful... I arrived on thursday afternoon, went to Bethnal Green, took a shower and ate some food and fell asleep for four or five hours. Then I went out, on my own, explored a bit and went to keep Joakim company on Hi Sushi, where he works. Very nice place. Very very calm. I had a very big and tasty cocktail there.

On saturday we went to Tesco and bought lots of breakfast, wich we ate, than we went out. We started out with the British Museum, wich was huge, and amazing. One day there might be pics. We saw so much, it was so cool... After that we walked around for quite some time, looking at the beautiful city. We found a really cozy bar called Waxy's little sister where we had beer. Then we walked around for a while more, had Irish hamburgers and more beer, walked a lot more, looked at Tate and realized it was open! At half past nine! We saw the big crack in the floor. It was cool.

We where encouraged to look at the moon.

We saw the Globe, we walked, we saw Saint Paul's, we walked, we took the underground to Brick Lane, we had cocktails at a very nice bar, we walked back to Bethnal Green for some late night icecream and red wine.

On the way we encountered a small man who came towards us with the words "Excuse me, can I interest you in some cocaine?" We declined his offer. He called after us: "Cocaine is all you need!"

And then it was saturday and time for me to leave the city. I did, and after paying a lot of money because my bag was too heavy I flew away to the Emerald Isle, wich really was very green.

The first thing that met me as I descended the stairs from the plane to the runway was the smell of manure.

I got on a bus and then another bus and I found my way to my b&b, where I watched tv for a couple of hours. Then I got out to find something to eat, wich resulted in horrible and very expensive lamb tikka masala. And now I am here, at an internetcafe in Cork, a stranger in a strange place.

And now I'm leaving, perhaps for a beer, perhaps for some sleep.