until i land in Sweden
(paus for Sweden song)
Bags are packed, song book printed, crayfishes ordered and a great team gathered. A bit like a Bellman story – a couple of swedes, a dane, a kiwi, a fin and 2 englishmen.
Best way of leaving a job is making memories with your colleagues that mean you never want to meet each others eyes again. Im planning on creating loads of them.
Also going to celebrate Tommy, meet Chrisse and Malte’s little orch, hang with my sister and the kids, go to a wedding, dance with my friends, eat ridiculous amounts of pick and mix, be drunk at Stureplan at late hours and update myself on everything since last time.
Mother f**ing Sweden!
Letters to my family 