If you smoke up a chimney you feel like you are in the Great Gatsby

Touchdown London and off again in a couple of hours for Jossan’s wedding. it will be so nice to see everyone but i cant help dreaming of a weekend in London doing nothing.

So much have happened over the last couple of weeks I have barely been able to brief you guys (yes you, my 5 readers). Anyways, I’ve been drinking G&T with Tom’s awesome mum Chrissy (Anna and me have decided that we will be like her when growing up), drinking jägerbombs with Tom’s awesome friends (special thanks to Gaz), drinking mojitos with awesome colleagues and tea with Oliver when I’ve crashed on the sofa in between (I wonder if Oliver feels like he got the short end of that stick).

It has been fun, crazy and lovely. Somerset was beautiful. Even me, the born and raised city rat, contemplated living a life in a tiny cottage by the sea (then i came to my senses and realised I would miss asphalt smell and late night opened corner shops). I got to eat hog roast (yum) and flat somerset cider as well as dance all night at the Wellie. I saw sheep, loads of them, and ate cream tea overlooking the ocean. Anna, Charlotte and me shared a loft that felt like home and got taken around by the Wyrwoll brothers to all the sights of Minihead.

I couldnt have wished for more (except for maybe sleep)

Here are some pics from Somerset before I can offload the camera and show you the real deal

 Goodie bag for Chrissy. Amongst other goodies where turkish pepper shots and aussie ciders. We drank most of it.

 Charlotte and me finished a bottle of vodka in the car down (ehrm dad, you didnt read that) and was in good form for the night.

 Naughty kids.

 I wanted to follow this path and get lost in the greens but then I thought better of it. Couldn’s miss my Minihead experience.

 Tom is the king of the world. (note his fashion glasses)

 A sheep on a table. Where else than in Somerset. They really love their sheep.

Ciders and smiles. You could say that’s how most of the weekend went (if you replace cider with ‘all sorts of alcohol’ and smiles with ‘crude joked from Tom and Danny and laughs from the rest of us)

Fun and frolic in the sun leaving you sweating in the night.

In malta. Leaving late tonight for London and then off again for jossans wedding in sweden. Feels like im on a month long charter vacation bouncing from place to place.

Its fun but tiring. Im a slightly tanned shadow of my former self.

See you soon mum and dad

Some words of wisdom

HOW DO YOU DECIDE WHO TO MARRY?

(1) You got to find somebody who likes the same stuff. Like, if you like sports, she should like it that you like sports, and she should keep the chips and dip coming.
– Alan, age 10
(2) No person really decides before they grow up who they’re going to marry. God decides it all way before, and you get to find out later who you’re stuck with.
– Kristen, age 10

 

WHAT IS THE RIGHT AGE TO GET MARRIED?

(1) Twenty-three is the best age because you know the person FOREVER by then.
– Camille, age 10
(2) No age is good to get married at. You got to be a fool to get married.
– Freddie, age 6 (very wise for his age)

 

HOW CAN A STRANGER TELL IF TWO PEOPLE ARE MARRIED?

(1) You might have to guess, based on whether they seem to be yelling at the same kids.
– Derrick, age 8

 

WHAT DO YOU THINK YOUR MOM AND DAD HAVE IN COMMON?

(1) Both don’t want any more kids.
– Lori, age 8

 

WHAT DO MOST PEOPLE DO ON A DATE?

(1) Dates are for having fun, and people should use them to get to know each other. Even boys have something to say if you listen long enough.
– Lynnette, age 8 (isn’t she a treasure)
(2) On the first date, they just tell each other lies and that Usually gets them interested enough to go for a second date.
– Martin, age 10

 

WHAT WOULD YOU DO ON A FIRST DATE THAT WAS TURNING SOUR?

(1) I’d run home and play dead. The next day I would call all the newspapers and make sure they wrote about me in all the dead columns.
-Craig, age 9

 

WHEN IS IT OKAY TO KISS SOMEONE?

(1) When they’re rich.
– Pam, age 7
(2) The law says you have to be eighteen, so I wouldn’t want to mess with that.
– Curt, age 7
(3) The rule goes like this: If you kiss someone, then you should marry them and have kids with them. It’s the right thing to do.
– Howard, age 8

 

IS IT BETTER TO BE SINGLE OR MARRIED?

(1) I don’t know which is better, but I’ll tell you one thing. I’m never going to have sex with my wife. I don’t want to be all grossed out.
– Theodore, age 8
(2) It’s better for girls to be single but not for boys. Boys need someone to clean up after them.
– Anita, age 9 (bless you child)

 

HOW WOULD THE WORLD BE DIFFERENT IF PEOPLE DIDN’T GET MARRIED?

(1) There sure would be a lot of kids to explain, wouldn’t there?
– Kelvin, age 8
And the #1 Favorite is……..

 

HOW WOULD YOU MAKE A MARRIAGE WORK?

(1) Tell your wife that she looks pretty, even if she looks like a truck.
– Ricky, age 10

Mini mini head

I’m venturing out into the country side of England today. Me, Anna and Charlotte are going with Tom to hos house in Somerset. Closest village is Minehead. They have a youth center. We are very excited.

We’ve been planning this for months. The plans are; drinking with Tom’s mum, see the local nightclub, see the local pub, eat the local fish and chips, walk on the local fields and do some more drinking with Tom’s mum. Anna also want to walk around in really high heels and drink cheap shots. (We were supposed to surf as well but I’ve only brought a very unpractical bikini and given that I showed my ass every time i jumped on the board in Sri Lanka in my practical bikini I cant see this work for me.)

Sounds epic right.

I have a feeling this will be just as good as when Sanna and me were doing the event tours around Sweden and saw some pretty awesome places. One of my favourites were outside Gothenburg when the police started taking care of drunkards already at 10 and there were a couple of bar brawls breaking out every 10 minutes.

 

 Anyway, Oliver made me pack a practical jacket. The practical folding I managed all on my own (wrap it all up in the hood). I feel like I’m losing a bit of my soul. Oliver said he loved me even more.  

I’m moving to a deserted Island and I’m taking the best people with me

A Wednesday

Took a walk with Kix and Tompa yesterday. And Ziglet as well of course. The sun peaked out for a couple of hours and we dreamed about it being warm enough to swim in the pool in Ravenscourt park. It wasn’t. I said warmth win before sun, Kix said the opposite.

Tompa is leaving soon, 4th of June. I will miss him. He’s like a sweet younger brother. If anyone happens to go to Huddiksvall get him to make you a fruity drink.

 Ziggy were cool in his Roger from Rhodos t-shirt. He had swag. Too bad he lost against the other dogs. He got so owned another dog spat in his face and jumped over him.

When I came home Oliver cooked me food (again, I’m getting spoiled). Pasta Puttanesca.

I thanked him by looking gorgeous in his hat. I think he felt very lucky. 

Aaaw, he did. Look at that ‘I feel so lucky my girlfriend is so amazing that she eats my food and wear my clothes’ face.

Everything is amazing

Had a bit of a crap day yesterday (yeah, I’m fully aware I write that a lot at the moment. Therefore I’ll go back on the Fluoxetine for a while to see if it gets better).

Anyway, after getting through the day (it started with me falling hard on the street in the morning) I came home to the worlds best boyfriend. 

He had bought me a gift.

Yeah, when getting a gift like this everything is amazing. 

 

He also had me sitting on the sofa when he cooked me dinner. Parma baked salmon with green lentils. Yum. 

When he was clearing up (yeah, even that he did) I admired my pole dancing bruises. Good thing it isnt warm enough for a skirt.

The Great Gatsby

Saw The Great Gatsby yesterday. 

I dont care what people say about it being bombastic or not as subtle as the book. It’s Baz Luhrman. It’s supposed to be big and beautiful and it certainly is. I loved the book but that is a completely different thing. By making the movie into this bombastic, decadent party story it doesnt conflict with my love for the book. The movie is great all on its own.

It almost made me cry, it’s so beautiful and it’s achingly familiar for all us lost party souls. The modern music works surprisingly well since the movie has the same feel as today. Gatsby in his gigantic mansion with people drinking champagne and throwing themselves into the pool is very familiar. Go to Ibizia, St Tropez, London, anywhere the party people go, and you will find the same kind of decadent parties where there are no limits.

And the conflicts of the stories haunts as well. The man trying to win the beautiful woman by giving her everything she could dream of thinking that glamour and money are the ways to her heart. The chaos and sorrow in the wake of all that power hunger and greed.

It felt like I’ve seen it all before

Really!?

I know I moan but WTF!?! at one point just must be allowed to think this is absolute shit. And no honey, even if you are happy in general the weather don’t get better. It’s still 7 degrees and raining end of May.

Hang over

Daddy Flanders (that is Sanna’s dad) send her a picture of how he thought our Sunday’s would be

You can tell that Daddy Flanders have been in Lund.