Today was the grownup version of Notting Hill Carnival (yesturday was for the kids supposedly) and it went with a bang. Currently listening (somewhat strained though.. my eardrums are a bit slacked off) to the police chopper thats hovering over our street. In fact it woke us up this morning. I woke up with a start having horrible flashbacks of apocalyps now - the movie.. Not a plesant way to start the day. but it got better
Me and Love took the camera for a little walk about (about 50 meters.. then we just claimed a space and then just let the floats go by.
Posting some pixies from today, starting with pretty in pink:
y absolute favourites, the Batala drummers, they come walking down the streets doing their little side-step drance and rumming life into anyone they pass. Their gorgeouse..
(this movie is from YouTube, from last year)
And some more pixies from the Carnival, all types, all sizes, and all colours. The dancers do ther thing while the decibel level is at 135 (5 decibel less than last year.. I could not tell the difference.. my ears are bleeding, just like last year.. :))
Man on stilts... or daddy-long-legs in person..
Body paint and feathers...
Goooooood carnival! :D
Big big costumes.. I got smothered in green when this batch when through, but it was worth it damned it! *picking out greenery from between my teeth*
Been sitting at the window, a piece of the security net (moscito net) has been peeled back and I've been trying to catch the moon (fiddeling with the camera and exposure time and ISO counts.. its fun.. what can I say.. I'm a nerd) and sniffing the garden air thats been wafting up from below.
I've got a bit of the sniffles so the honking goose sounds have been echoing over the closed of space between the two rows of houses that close the gardens off to the outside world. Me and the foxes taking turns when it comes to bugging the neighbours.
On monday my most wonderfull mom in law is comming to England, we're taking a mini brake and going to Brighton (sea-side resort). Its the first vacation in 2 years and I've been counting the hours and days like a child preparing for santa clause to squeeze down the chimney. Can't wait.
The best part is that Irre is perfectly in sync with our ideas of a good time so we're looking forward to schlopping along at a good pace with frequent stops for coffee while doing just about nothing.
Oh and ofcourse hotel breakfasts. God I love a good hotell breakfast. That and the fact that all the laundry is done by someone else. In my book, thats luxury..
Even though Love does most of the laundry in our house, I still dont mind it beeing done by hotell fairys that you cant see.. that and having your bed made up everytime you come back to the room.
Luxury!
Gonna dipp my toes in sea water, put my bumm down on sand and basically just sniff something else then stolen garden scents...
Now I'm gonna get back to my window, with the security net fastend tight against the monsters (irrational fear of moths... don't know why. thats why it's called irrational) and enjoy another couple of pages of the book I'm on.
Can warmly recommend Christofer Moore by the way. Very funny man.
Gotta fill up puppy-mugg with PG-tips, a dash of milk and a sugar (very very english.. ) and off we go..
Wednesday, July 22, 2009 by
Madz, under
family,
london
They came, they saw, they left.. (the people in the picture are of no relation to me or Love, they were just in the way when i was trying to take a picture of the arrivals halls at heathrow.. )
The Nilssons have left the building, and London, and left us crying with deep emotional scarring, but atleast they came!
Now we're back to working and trawling the streets of London at night with a small billboard looking for someone to fill the void/family (ha, like they could.. the nilssons are amazing.. )
Anyway, I'm back.. i still need to take the promised photos of the shopping (only two items.. sorry Lady P, but as soon as i get money , i'll get more :) ) and the everyday work things. tomorrow we're going out in the morning to go do some creative battery charging. Will bring back a bounty of meaningless photos
Like this one.. taken on the subway from heathrow.
Knuckle cracking and caffeein overdose ready to go back to work again.
Found my travel-duck. Tiny as he is he managed to escape the bathroom and find his way into the office/bedroom. Hiding under the bed actually. Dont know why. Maybe he needed a brake from white tiles and echoing pipes. Then again, I've been known to leave the remote controll in the fridge and my keys stored safely behind books. I'm the first to addmit Im not the most well organized person.
Right now debating what kind of dinner we should have (it will end up beeing pasta with cold sause and cold cuts anyway, so in truth i should stop arguing with myself) and my tummy is rumbling. Right now in a bit of a bind on what to write to be honest. As the polish saying goes: a hungry Pole is a cranky one.. and a well feed one is sated and lazy. Just have to find those couple of ounces of energy to crawl into the kitchen and get to chopping and cooking.
anyway, I'm doing the lazy answer to todays post. One of those horrible Q&A's that I got sent over Facebook. Horrible things but atleast easier than having to come up with anything witty and fun right now (yeah yeah, i know, easy out)
What is your salad dressing of choice? thousand islands.. or some islands.. or what not.. trick question!!
What is your favorite sit-down restaurant? The Sarastro, close to Covent gardens. Its done up with small balconies and little cubby holes. Oh and the ladies room is porn on wheels (artistic nudie stuff). Besides the toilets. They do great food, wonderfull lighting and its like sitting in Alladins Cave. Bling everwhere.
What food could you eat every day for two weeks and not get sick of? Curry and fried rice from Aurelia (little chinease take-out rest in Fulham).. god i miss them...and Sushi... Hate fish, love sushi. Who'da thunk it?
What are your pizza toppings of choice? buggerit.. dont even eat pizza any more.. I do miss the "sallads rulle" from Oden in Västerhaninge though.
What do you like to put on your toast? Marmelade... marmalade.. friggit.. I might have to go check the spelling on the jar.
How many televisions are in your house? 1 tiny one in the living room... its useless
What color cell phone do you have? black/grey.
Do you have an Ipod? nah, everything's on my phone. Get back to me when i can afford a Iphone.
Are you right-handed or left-handed? righty-tighty...
Have you ever had anything removed from your body? teeth, gravel, stitches, my eye for 10 min (they had to fix a muscle behind it) ... and a LOT of hair. (years x difference in hairstyles + leg and underarms shaving... mindboggling..
What is the last heavy item you lifted? Robert
Have you ever been knocked unconscious? yeah, quite a few times actually.
How many pairs of flip flops do you own? none actually. if "foppa-tofflor" counts, my mother-in-law has a pair of bright orange ones waiting for me at her summer house.. for when me and Love do slave work and ruin her plants.
Last time you had a run-in with the cops? run-in? what constitutes as a run-in?
Last person you talked to? Älsklingen (robert).. amazing huh? he still talks to me..
Season? winter, very early spring.
Day of the week? The one I get to sleep late on. It varies..
Month: does it matter?.. really?
Missing someone?
Family and friends in sweden. Extended family and friends in Poland, Holland and some ohter places.
Mood? Not bad.. just a wee bit jawny.
What are you listening to? Midsummer murders rerun on the miniscule telly..
First place you went this morning? back to sleep.. it was sleep-in-day today.
What's the last movie you saw? Oh god.. I think it was Bolt .. in 3D actually. With Love and Tommy. I need to get out more!
Do you smile often? yeah... like a shark...
Sleeping Alone Tonight? nah, my lifes work of stealing Loves pillows and hogging the blanket has just begun.
Do you always answer your phone? nah. Theres this new thing called a "ansaphone"... its great!
It's four in the morning and you get a text message? Worried that someone is dead, in the hospital, in jail or needs help. When finding out none of that has happend there will be someone dead or in the hospital, i'll be in jail and we'll all need help.
If you could change your eye color what would it be? I'm good actually. They change by them selves. Blue to green to grey. Besides. have you heard of coloured contacts?
If you could change your hair color, what color would you change it ? Did last week. Wait a couple of weeks and there will be a new one.
What flavor do you add to your drink at Sonic? whatdaF?¤)(WW is a Sonic? the little blue thing in the playstation? or was that the fox..
Do you own a digital camera? yeah, two actually. or three.. loosing count.
Have you ever had a pet fish? yeah. he died.
Favorite Christmas song(s)s I've got to learn the partridge song before x-mas this year... OOOooooneee Gooooold RIIiiiing!
What's on your wish list for your birthday? Seeing the family, getting a vacation, making out with Love
Can you do a chin up? ofcourse.. *tilts head* see?
Can you do pushups? Sure, got two. Only use them when wearing the little black dress though. On a day to day basis having your tits blocking the view of the floor is not a good thing.
Does the future make you more nervous or excited? Very exited. Puppy-floor-piddling excited actually. Life is good!
Do you have any saved texts? Silly silly question
Ever been in a car wreck? yeah, but I've never been the reason for them though. (I'm an idiot-magnet it seems)
Do you have an accent? Yeah, but it depends on who I spend time with. My "own" is canadian mixed with south african I've been told (a couple of years in holland did it i guess)
What is the last song to make you cry? Halleluja with Jeff Buckley. and i was hormonal ok???
Plans tonight? some work probably, oh the excitement!
Have you ever felt like you hit rock bottom? Ofcourse.
Name 3 things you bought yesterday? ciggies (yes, always nr one) pasta tomatoes
Have you ever been given roses? Plenty of times. Weird huh?
Current worry? money as always. but it usually works out in the end. Not much for worrying. no point really.
Current hate right now? uhm.. dont have one really. Waste of energy.
Met someone who changed your life? ofcourse. what would be the use of ppl if they didnt?
How did you bring in the New Year? standing on a piece of grass at the St James park with Love and Mum-in-Law. Trying to figure out how Londoners do the new year. Its quite different from sweden i have to say. Oh and we had glögg.. it was good. then the police told us to move on and we went home. (does that count as a run-in with the police?)
What song represents you? one song? just one song? you have to be kidding me, I've got a soundtrack.. a soundtrack box with extended library damned it.
Have you ever dated someone longer than a year? Dated? for over a year? that would be horrible. Been in relationships longer than that though. Dating stops after you've swaped bodily fluids, keys and possibly familymembers and friends right?
Do you have any tattoos/piercings? Piercing
Will you be in a relationship 4 months from now? but ofcourse. Its not like Robert is every gonna get away now is he? *waves the keyes and secret security code to the schakles*
Does anyone love you? Quite a few, I'm very lovable and ofcourse my family have no choice.
Would you be a pirate? Not really.. I'd look horrible with a mustash and goatee..
What songs do you sing in the shower? horrible pop songs that get stuck from tv advertisment and possibly old childrens songs. I've got Shit FM playing at the back of my head quite constantly I'm afraid.
Ever had someone sing to you? yeah, its fun. Specially the finger pointing and laughing :)
When did you last cry? uhmmm.. a month ago, when realizing i was not going back to sweden to see the family. Had a wee bawls in roberts lap, and then got over it.
Do you like to cuddle? got a black belt even.
Have you held hands with anyone today? and other stuff.
Who was the last person you took a picture of? Robert actually.. against his will, as always.
What kind of music did you listen to in elementary school? oh god... a-ha.. erasure.. queen (not my choice) Kiss, twisted sister.. madonna.. uhmm.. simply red.. feck.. i need to find those old compilation tapes..
Do you believe in staying close with your ex's/prospects? Hell no. Unless you've got kids then a firm no. I dont have too many rules in life but not sleeping with friends is one of them. ergo: if you have sleept together you cannot go back to beeing friends.
Are most of the friends in your life new or old?Old actually, but working on a few new ones. Quality before quantaty though.
Do you like pulpy orange juice? weird question, but sure. 43)
What is something your friends make fun of you for? My natural bitchyness. and my inabillty to be girly.. and ofcourse my baby brother makes fun of my small hands (he's equiped with shovels and the end of his arms.. bully) so many things really.
If it were possible, would you want to know the day you were going to die? Hell no!
If you could change your name, what would you change it to? I change it all the time. Or rather others do it for me. Last one was "margarita"... happy hour huh?
One thing about you that you dislike? My tempter at times.
Im living in a country where they feed the flowers steriods... or it just migh be that they have more sun days than any other country Ive ever been in. Im starting to think, after a year of waiting for that english weather to get me down, its just a flipping hoax... They are simply trying to keep everyone else out, including tourists...
More roses from Regents Park. A place that is stock full of them.. You just want to jump in and roll around, and if you have any inkling of self preservation you'll leave it at that. They do not fiddle around with the thorn-free varieties here, that would be for woossy gardeners right? And these at least have some humor to them. This one is called Sexy Rexy... Or was it IceCream.. there were so many...
Tuesday, July 07, 2009 by
Madz, under
living,
london
Its been over a year ago since we stumbled of the plane from Sweden and tugged our oversized bags onto the subway to go into the city.
We spent the first week running around like crazy trying to find somewhere to unpack. Our comand center was at a small hotell right outside Kings Cross and was the size of a postage stamp. To put it bluntly, if you wanted to get to the bathroom you had to evacuate the rest of the residents (thankfully there was only me and Love) onto the bed and then play tetris with the luggage. Meaning you could never leave things to the last minute or youd end up having to pay for a new carpet.
We actually ran into the lovely bearded wonderwoman when trying to get to Parsons Green after just having signed our contract (we got a appartment within 5 days) We wernt even aware of it beeing the Pride carnival before we were smack in the middle of fake boobs, glitter and glam. I had an instant crush on wonderwoman, how can you not?? Besides, he works those heels better than I would ever be able to, so there was a level of envy as well :P
Anyway.. were still in London.. Its pretty damned cool..
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and if your in the neighbourhood.. Must sees in London:
Regents park (with zoo and ofcourse the rose garden) you can spend easily 3 days there and still be missing out.
TGI Friday in Fulham. Best burgers, best milkshake and good music.. and also possilbly the best place to cool down on summer day (they have ass kicking airco.. These things are important to us polarbears.. )
Holland Park. Off the beat. Almost no tourists (they all get stuck in Kensington or Hyde Park.). You might have to fight your way thru when the buggy-brigade decent on the area, but usually its very nice and very serene.
The Swan. A pub located on Bayswater Rd, when we were here for the first time together (vacation 2 years ago.. also the same time we decided to actually move here. Yes.. impulses are to be obeyed!) it was our place of dinner and resting weary feet. Lovely pub, lovely staff and a very nice outside seating area. If your there on a sunday you also get the Bayswater Rd art exibition to look at while your wolfing fish and chipps (lets face it. its what you´ve got to choose when eating in London on vacation)
Edgeware Rd.. one of the stranger market places in London. Cheap as hell and very weird products at times. But fun!
If your into bodyslaming and getting very personal with about half the huma population do Portobello Rd on saturday. I do recomend just about anyplace besides that actually. And I live here. (we tend to work on saturdays and sundays, easier to take days off -hahahaha- on working days and get around on without having to get agro)
anyway... I've been here a year... YEY! And in about 9 days the Nilssons (Loves cousin, cousins amazing and wonderfull wife and two pods... the only pods in history that have made me belive that children are not the end of life) are decending on us. We are braced, we are ready. Let it rip!
waiting for spuds to boil and chicken kievs to roast to perfection (or at leastpast the risk of salmonella) tomato salad to go with that and bob's your uncle.. or geoff.. or any name really.. if you even have an uncle.
The English have some very weird word play and we're trying to acclimatize as well as possible.
The straight translationssuch as the dutch "onderdeknie" (meaning you have everything under control) goes turns into "under the knee". And of course the Swedish "tommatunnorskramlarmest" . Meaning "empty barrels make the loudest racket".
I got a lifted eyebrow from B when stating I wanted to "get all my ducks in a row" before we went on with a project and I'm thinking that that one flew right over his head on rubber wings (wobbly reference to earlier post)
And of course the polish ones. Sitting in my living room here in London pealing tatters I horribly miss my mums kitchen table. It has burn marks from one x-mas when the "advent ljusstake" (four candles that you light one after the other Sundays before Christmas) My brother went into the living room telling my dad that the kitchen was on fire. My father - firmly attached to the tv due to sport events - put it down to children's imagination until my uncle went running in to save the day. Anyway. its a good table. and i miss blabbering in polish. Sayings like "wygladaszjak pies ciemordelisal" (you look like a dog licked your face, allthough "morde" is a bit uglier word than face) and the singsong quality of the polish language. Okej, I admit it.. I miss my mom.. and my dad.. They drive me completely off the wall in 10 minutes flat but still. Their mine (all though I've got to share with two brothers)
Ok.. i think the potatoes are done now.. gonna go poke them and then mash em up. Dinner is served. *tummy rumble*
This is Gunter. The Glow-in-the-Dark Duck that lives on top of the bathroom light fixture (for loading of light so that he gets that extra juice to shine) I've got a rubber duck obsession, anyone having had a terrified visit to our bathroom when we still lived in Stockholm will tell you about the uncomfortable feeling of being watched by hundreds of small beady rubber eyes while doing your business is possibly not the most relaxing experience.
When we moved to London we sold off just about everything, including the quite huge family of ducks, rubber fish, a submarine, shark and assorted fun stuff (yes, i can spend hours in the bath, a book, a cold drink and possibly a ciggies - yes I admit, i do smoke in there too - with the ducks you can even argue the finer points of existentialism *cough*) Anyway. we sold it all. All I took with me was a miniature duck with sunglasses and a snorkel. Size: 1.5 cm in height. So a perfect travel companion.
Anyway, Love - being the most perfect male specimen in the history of humanity and possibly spanning all other species as well - has copped on to my fetish and loves me enough to supply me with fresh ducky flesh at times. Gunter above was for example a x-mas gift last year, when we were suppose to not give gifts (I spent x-mas with my family in Sweden, while he had über-mom-in-law here in London visiting). When we got our first keys to our apartment in London he picked this keyring out:
It does sound, light and of course goes of every time you sit down with you keys in your pockets, giving you the possibility of meeting the RSPCA in person if anyone thinks you just sat down with a duck in your pocket... all in all the perfect key fob really.
Anyway, pocket-kwack (yes, I ran out of names after the first 250) is now going into pension since the key ring bit actually has ripped off (handbag injury)... the hunt is on...
I just realized i've possibly written over 300 words about rubber ducks, and yes, the bloom of shame will possibly be on my cheeks as soon as the overdose of sleep (16 hours in the last 24 hours.. its amazing) has worn off.. but untill then. Enjoy the kwack
Found this spiffy little electric car parked in westminster when we were working for B, its a yoga company car.. very cute.. to bad they had to pick the ugliest electric version on the market.
anyway, we've been sleeping like clubbed seals (swedish expression, does not translate to well) Had a beer for dinner yesturday and we settled down with the laptop in bed to watch the colour of magic (terry pratchetts work, good fun) only to fall asleep mid way (not Mr Pratchetts fault)... Spent most of the night drumming my fingers on Loves head, witch anoyes him to no end, while waiting to fall asleep again. And presto.. we wake up after another 9 hours sleep and its saturday afternoon.
I'm haiving a vauge susspition that we need a vacation pretty soon.
Its over two years since our last one and the last couple of months have been pretty hectic. To this point we've never had a full day without work. One of us always sucumbs to the draw of the computer and there is always someething that needs to be done NOW..
*rubbs eyeballs with fists*
anyway, its good to have work, i just need some down time too soon. Sorry about beeing cranky, will be my usuall suny-side-up-with-a-splash-of-sarcasam tomorrow, promise.
I'm gonna do some syncronized swimming with the rubber ducks now (yes, i have more than one... *cough* ) and then back to work again.
We've spent the morning going to get food at the supermarket and ofcourse treating ourselves to StarveBucks lovely panini.. New york style pastrami and chicken.. with the lovely mango chuttney. Seriouse drooling problem actually. I added to the indulgance with a strawberry and cream frappocino.. and i'll be paying for it for the next two days (slightly lactose intolerant) BUT IT WAS WORTH IT DAMNED IT!
Anyway, now home again, will get back to work and do some good. Spent our day off yesturday at home, doing absolutely nothing but playing games on the computer. I've become addicted to Puzzle Quest Galactrics. Thank you Boel... :) Now I simply need to find out if i can do some kind of time lock on it so that I dont forget the rest of my life.
Oh and "Perveboy + Togari = LOVE" according to the local picknick bench.. I wonder if it will last.. somehow I don't think Perveboy is the kind of guy that stays around, no matter how many exclamation marks he uses..
Wednesday, July 01, 2009 by
Madz, under
bling,
london
here we go then. The dancing and singing and blinking (well.. actually it only blinks... the rest is, honestly, done by me.. ) lighter.
We just got back from our night walk, gonna do a couple of more hours of work and since we're out of water filters (and drinking London water is not what you would call a refreshing experience) we went in search of the bottelled variety. We have a small shop up a couple of streets by St. Helens Church where we managed to get in allthough they we're closing down. Their real sweethearts, the problem beeing they have copped on to my real mental age (around 4) so when buying ciggies (thank god I'm over 30.. that way i can do that and still act like a 4 year old) the nice shoppkeeper and his (I think) brothers agreed that this lighter was just what i needed.. And sadly enough they're right.. Me and Love went away with a bottle of Volvic and me running around blinking and doing "wooo-wee-wooo-weeee" noices (pretending to be a police car).. yes.. very sad.
Anyway, back inside the furnace/shoebox. and now I'm gonna get back to making the 6x3 meter banner for the forensic company. while ocationaly dooing "woo-weee-woo-wee" noices under my breath..
hmm.. for some reason blogger is refusing to post my pictures today.. so you'll have "chumpy" on display tomorrow instead. He's a resident of Duke St, and I'm horribly jelouse of his owner. More tomorrow.
... and possibly a knob, as they say here in England. We took the morning walk thru Helens Garden, picked up a sandwitch at the cafe (where the lady behind the counter pilfhered my boyfriend to take behind the counter.. only to plugg in a boiler that she could not reach the socket off, granted, but still. Good start to the morning! I love cheeky old ladies) and then I found that our favourite bench at Little Wormwood Scrubs has been molested by Dan-Dan.. Or as he will from now on be know: Dumb-Dumb.. Hey, if the doodie-head had atleast made an effort of making it look good, I would not have complained, but this is just shit to be honest. My unborn nefew/niece can do better!
Oh and I spent last night (from 4 pm to around 12) with Casper and Nanna, trying to keep our table to ourselves and ppl's elbows out of our ears, enjoying pints and points by staying in one place for basically 7 hours. I've got the rivet marks on my bum to proove it too! Was lovely to see them again, and common, is this not the most gorgeouse couple you've ever seen. And I got
to work on my dutch! Seems I rememberd more than I thought I would. Hell, I even managed to scrap a couple of sentences together without them going "huh?". I was proud as punch (and just about as high on alcohol) . They then went on to Shoreditch for dancing. Me, I woosed out and went home to crawl into bed, because lets face it... I'm to old. Buggerit, I could barely keep awake on the bussride home. Dancing would be so far passed me it would be pathetic.
We've been out doing footwork this morning, this time in Fulham. What used to be our "home-sweet-home".. and we miss it!
And in two weeks its the "fair on the green" and we are sooo there. We missed it last year since we had just signed the papers for the apartment on New Kings Rd, but on our way from Camden (where we were living in the smallest hotell room known to man) we we're sucked into the Pride Parade...
managed to turn a corner and end up with gorgeouse men in full beards and netstockings and a full wonderwoman atire streched over a well honed beer belly, I fell in love on the spot! (I've got the pictures somewhere, need to find them.. ) . I love london.. Seriously... No where else do you end up cuddled by dragqueens when trying to get across town :)
Fulham is home though. Ladbroke Grove, where we live now is nice... but New Kings Rd is .. heaven *dribbles a bit and sheads a tear*
And ofcourse we miss our Curry..
Theres a small little whole-in-the-wall chinese restaurant, they dont even put out tables, its all take-away and home delivery. And they make the best Curry and pork dumplings in London. I kidd you not!
The name of it is Aurelia, and their on wandsworth Bridge Rd... and we go to sleep every night crying our eyes out because we're now living to far away to get home-delivery.
We've actually vowed to make sure that we live within their "driving range" next time we move house, their that good...
He's up for sainthood pretty soon. We spent the morning going thru the reasons why I should go to the dentist (I hate them.. seriously, i fear very little, but they are definately on the top 2 list.. ) and he's sweet enough to put a pillow between me and the wall when I try to thump myself into oblivion because of the face pain (its way beyond toothache.. its great to have colds)
And ontop of that hes sutch a hunk-a-hunk-of-burning-love. Grrrr.. I mean, common, look at those dimples!!
I'm sorry, I digress. We also went to the lovely pharmacy down ladbroke grove. Got into a lovely talk with the family that runs it. The Alfpha Female (im thinking she's the mom of the family) has the most gloriouse and softly rolling rrrr's ever and speaks with a beutiful Indian accent. She also wears one of those beutifull saris with more colours than a test picture on the tv and I definately got a bit of a crush on her, or rather I'd love to be indian middle aged woman with flaying arms, rolling rrrrr's and a definate gravitas than a 30 something whitebread troll with a toothache. Anyway, we had a moan about prices ( I told them what it costs in Sweden, and as always, that takes home the baccon.. Sweden is a bit pricey..) and as always. A good moan bonds like nothing else in this country.
Anyway, besides the codine paracetamol (good stuff apparently, but I'm not on it yet.. I hate pills..) the nice lady gave me something called Clover Oil.. and it works! dont even need the pills basically. I'm still going to the dentist (there will be no blogg that day most probably.. I'll be shaking to much) but this will atleast keep me a little closer to sanity, or whats left of it.
Anyway again, back to work again. hope your all fine. Gimme some good news to quelsh the terror of looking down the week and seeing a dentist at the end.
oh oh oh oh, almost forgot to say: I found my best friend from when i studied in Holland, Casper (the very friendly ghost) after 7 years of silence. Google is amazing. Him and his GF are in Wales (dragons be there) and their comming to London for a weekend, so we're meeting up for a beer and trying to put 7 years of gossip into one friday evening. Soooo looking forward to it! gonna have to have the teeth fixed before that though, dont want to be dribbling and getting knocked out after one beer.. just not done (I've got an old and heavy rep to protect)
And the really weird thing: Casper has aquired a teaching possition at the school of business in Wales (that is not the weird part). So now, instead of the same twangy americano/canadian mix accent that I sport after too many hours infront of the TV as a kid, he speaks english.. or a mix of queens and welsh, giving me a bit of a shocker there actually. Amazing how a persons voice and dialect is sutch a big part how you remember a person. I barely recognized him over the phone. Almost got me toungetied, and that is a condition I do NOT find myself in very often... and not a condition I really enjoy either. But oh well, I'll get used to it on friday I guess!
Me and Love took a walk to Little Wormwood Scrubs this morning (I Löööööve english names ... common, wormwood? gnnnn, to quaint and weird for words... ) when we stumbled uppon this: Kavallery with guns.. and i'm talking the big hunkering thing that the team of 6 are pulling, not the measly puny handheld variety. Sorry about the bluish 80's tint to the pictures by the way, my stubby fingers had managed to set the mobile phone camera ISO settings to 400 in the excitment... Bit of a retro feel though.
Only problem is that I'm now having new withdrawl symphtoms.. I miss riding. I miss working with horses.. and I miss my old work place (Plekity, a studfarm back in Poland.. more horses than you can shake a stick at.. ) and now living in a small shoebox that does not even accomondate fish (seriously, we have a clause in our contract that states we cant even have an aquarium.. hmm.) I cant even get a hamster to cuddle. Woe is me *wobbly lower lip*
anyway, on the same bluish tint: Butterfly on the walkway around Wormwood Scrubs (suck on that name again, common you know you want to.. )
We were at Holland Park Av to do some food shopping, and on the way there (and back.. since the shop did not move) there is the best fruit and veg vendor in London. And I got cherries. 4 pounds worth (as in the legal tender, not the weight, you'd be getting bloggy updates from the hospital if it was) and they are quite possibly the best damned cherries I've had since forever. My dad used to teach me and my brothers to "mashine-gun" the pits on taxi cars when we used to go to Poland on family hollidays (another giftwrapped childhood trauma.. dont even get me started on the whole "Queens greatest hits" horror. I still get trembling at the knees when "I want to ride my biscycle" comes on the radio.. ) Anyway, its quite a lovely walk over to Holland park Av, takes about 20 min if your not rushing... And the horrible part is we only go there once a week or so. When I was living in Stockholm (i'm using the term very loosely, I was a total bush-baby. Woods right outside the house, and moose too... only reason I got to use the subway was because Love had a 2 bedroom flat within the city limits, and I only sported a studio about the size of our current appartment out in the no-where-land of Haninge... He veto-ed it down :P) Anyway, I'm digressing. Back in Sweden I'd walk everywhere. I had my lovely hell hound (Hades) and I'd walk past my parents house to leave him for the day, then walk to work (all and all, not counting breakfast, an hours good thumping pavement). And over here.. We'll , when we're working with B, we're winging over the fact that everything is half an hour off. Hmm.. need to get back to walking again. And I'm putting my sights on the fruit vendor and the cherries *drool*
Also found this in my scetch book.. hmm.. must have had a perticularly rough day with telesalesmen or trying to get some service fixed that day..
Anyway, i'm missing my family. Midsummer was this friday (in Sweden its a BIG thing) and we missed out on it. They raise fallos symbos (a cross with two rings of flower at the ends.. could it get any more sexuall?) and we dance around in a big circle while singing and jumping about doing the "small frogs have no ears and no tail have they"dance and song.. .. Don't know why. We just do. But this year we've been here.. have to find a birtch (Björk in swedish.. white tree with black spots. A dalmation tree) and do some dancing..
Well, today was started at McDonalds .. or at leastthat's where I found myself opening my eyes. Because of over enthusiastic planning and a somewhat pessimistic time calculation on the London Journey Planner I ended up having coffee with Schnufflegangenloop.. my invisible friend, at the Golden Gull. Woke up, even though I reallydon't think you can call it that, at 4.55 and was out of the house by 5.30.. And amazingly the ride was clear all the way to Trafalgar Square... I think we got a new record braking time on that distance.. (20 min) thought that means that I was the customary half hour early, therefor the need of one sided conversation with Schnufflegangenloop over Donalds-Latte
And here the reason for me being so damned early.. .. See.. not a SINGLE PERSON OUT .. Not even traffic. I can't even express the freaky-outy feeling about going around in London and barely meeting a soul. Gives you a "Shaun of the dead" kind of feeling.. Had to fight a growing urge to poke the bus driver or at least ask if he's a card-carrying member of the human race. Quite nice though. Need to get out more in the morning. All though my solution to it is simply not to go to bed at night.. So much more pleasant. When we were still living in Fulham we'd do that every now and then. Just get out and bugger the street cleaners and possibly sit down and have a coffee while the first round of stressed out office workers stream by. Sometimes we'd even point and grin.. yes, i know.. evil..
Anyway, the whole whooopla about getting up was to be here. At Browns, Bar and Brasserie (snigger, snigger.. Brassier.. Brown Bar and Bra?).. Really gorgeous setting, for a networking breakfast done by BNI. According to Neil, one of the members there's this story about how it used to be a courthouseuntil someone forgot to go and renew the registration or something, basically your everyday admin f**ckup, forget to send the papers, everyone get their wiggs off and lets turn it into a upclass boozer.. And so that's how i came to spend friday morning in the courtroom nr 1, I think I'll not tell my mum though, she'll need at least one kid that has not been talking to a judge at some point...
Anyway, here's a picture of the sky over London at around 11.. The reason being that in the same way that the bus was going exceptionally fast one way, on my way home, which is a one buss line.. 23.. goes from door to door basically.. I had to change 3 different times at which point I got to enjoy the wonderfull weather and a good moan with the rest of the passanger. Appearently the busses all caught the "oh crap, i need a brake/coffee/I cant face the next couple of streets" and kept on dumping us prematurely on the sidewalk where we had to wait for another 23... All though, granted, I could at any point after Marble Arch taken either 7, 70 or even 52 at the end, but hell... Pick a number and stick to it right? I'm picking and sticking ...
I'm trying to choose between getting a coffee.. or tea.. hmm.. as for anything else, only thing thats on my dance card is work. And it feels great. Honestly, now that we've been working with our own stuff its a joy to not have to go out and club new customers over the head to get some business. My wonderfull accountant said something about a networking meeting tomorrow, but here's the catch: its at 7 am... see, i've got a problem with remembering my own name at 7 am.. much less anyone elses.. but atleast I'll be able to hand these out:
their goooorgeouse. Too bad the camera on my cell phone is not the best, but still.. my prrreciouse..
anyway, back to work!
And if anyone is looking for other employment, go visit Marks and Sparks in Westfield (Shepherds Bush) .. seems that beeing a maniquin there is a job worth taking. Never seen sutch happy plastic ppl.
Part Swede, Part pole, doing a stint of beeing a hobby Londoner and enjoying it to its fullest! running the company me and Love (also known as Robert) have together, meaning we work a lot. The upside is that we can work when we want to :) Meaning we work a lot..
They came, they saw, they left.. (the people in the picture are of no relation to me or Love, they were just in the way when i was trying to take a picture of the arrivals halls at heathrow.. )
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Like this one.. taken on the subway from heathrow. 
Only problem is that I'm now having new withdrawl symphtoms.. I miss riding. I miss working with horses.. and I miss my old work place (Plekity, a studfarm back in Poland.. more horses than you can shake a stick at.. ) and now living in a small shoebox that does not even accomondate fish (seriously, we have a clause in our contract that states we cant even have an aquarium.. hmm.) I cant even get a hamster to cuddle. Woe is me *wobbly lower lip*
