Hello.
Today I saw, out of the corner of my eye, a woman that was so fat, that I first thought that she was a car. An object so immense and travelling with such speed, must surely be a car, I reckoned. The car was, however, a woman riding on a bike. How she got up on the bike, I do not know.
A few minutes later, I saw a goth girl that looked so ugly in her huge black leather boots, pink mini-skirt and pink hair, that I burst out laughing right in front of her. Many of you have pointed out, that I am not the person who is very likely to break out in hysterical laughter, and so henceforth, any detailed description of what this girl looked like should be considered futile and unnecessary. You can all figure out that she must have looked pretty fucking hilarious.
I can tell you all, that Sweden is warm. Sweden is, in fact, very, very warm. It is warmer here than in both Italy and France, and let me tell you, friends, that this is not something one'll experience more than a couple of times per century. Or so, the story goes, at least... Many would say "Hail to Global Warming!". I think I'd rather say "It's too damn hot".
Roskilde is coming up soon and I am surely looking forward to it with spasmodic excitement. First, however, I have to sign on for national service, which means that I have to go to some kind of military station outside of Stockholm, and do some testing and whatnot. I hope, for the love of God, that they'll let me off the hook. I hope that two years in Flekke has rid me of all physical competence, and that they'll laugh at my test results, or whatever. As long as I won't have to spend a year in fucking exile somewhere in the north of Sweden, I'll be happy.
I haven't seen any posts from Vasco lately. I hope that he's not in prison.
Apart from anything else, I hope that you are all feeling good and grin,
Faithfully,
4 comments:
I don't know if it's recent but the glam-rock, punk style seemed quite prevalent in Stockholm, or the little that I saw of it. And well of course it's ugly and out-of-fashion by definition.
How long do you have to do the military service?
I envy the Rosskilde (sp?) fever. I'm sure you'll have an excellent festival and probably the conscriptors will laugh -- not at the test results, but at your appearance.
= )
For National Service, I'll have to do some tests over one day (hopefully, as Nat said, they'll just think I'm too fucking ugly and let me go home right away) and depending on how that goes, they'll decide whether to have me do the year of service required, or not. Only 13% of all people trying out, however, have to go, so I'm counting on being let off.
About the goth/glam-rock people -- Yeah, they've always been there and this was certainly not the first one I've ever seen infesting the streets - she was, without a doubt, however, a very luscious specimen.
cant you just smear pesto on your face and profess you have leprosy?
you'll either be let off for that or for mental illness, either way you win
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