keyboardmash
Ok, home well and alive, raining away in Sweden though. It's shit summer weather. Why do I always talk about fucking weather?
The route has been mid-Sweden, Koster, Linköping, mid-Sweden and home. Koster is the most beautiful place I've ever been to in Sweden, and it's a tradition for our family to go there. There's only been two years in my whole life when I haven't been there at all. And that was beautiful this year too, being there. But unfortunately for me I had a terrible fucking cold and fever and didn't even bathe once and strutted around in a fleece when it was 25 degrees. I've almost stopped coughing now, though.
I've never been to Linköping before but now when I have, I love it! It's almost better shopping than Stockholm, because it's a lot closer to everything but they still got every shop you want. And it was such a pretty town, with lots of alleys and narrow cobblestoned streets. But there was a bitch in a magazine shop who refused to sell Clash (the magazine) to me! What the fuck! Just because she didn't want to converte pounds to Swedish crowns. Egooo.
And Bob Dylan's coming to Sweden in November! That's big. I know everyone says he's shit live and just mutters and stutters his way through inrecognizable versions of old and new songs and does not ever communicate or even notice the audience, but anyway. It's Dylan. Liking Bob is something that runs in the family - I do, my sisters does, all of my cousins on my mother's side does etc. But almost no grown-ups. Phawwfsd.
I'm getting all nervous about Øya. :S Hope Babyshambles show... I'm taking the train to Stockholm and the night train from Stockholm to Oslo on Wednesday, and I will wake up Thursday morning in Oslo hopefully not too tired. Then Thursday's free to explore Oslo, with practically no money though. Then I sleep one night at some kind of hotel, and Friday is Babyshambles day! I'm going home again on Saturday morning, by train. I've never been to Oslo, I've just passed it through once when we drove to our cousins. Hm. . . . . .
Aaaaaaand, my friend Sofia (not me obviously) is 18 years old today! Congratulations!! Now buy me beer.