Gothenburg Book Fad

As anyone living in, near or in the general blast radius of Gothenburg will know the Göteborg Book Fair took place this weekend. For me it had three noticeable effects; my cousin Miriam visited, (which was awesome) everyone got extremely drunk and then hung over (and I mean everyone – the entire city’s population and then some 30 000 visitors) and I bought a couple of books. I’ll probably go into more detail later on, including my thoughts on the publisher Natur & Kultur’s things for strippers, (right now I’m opting against posting the videos on Youtube even though it would increase this blog’s traffic by the thousandfold) the brilliant new tracks Miriam introduced me to and how I’m pretty fed up with people doing coke. Get over the eighties already.

All in good time.

An angel dies

This night me, Maria, Peter & Jenny attended the weekly pub quiz at the Red Lion. We were quite decent and racked up a score of 16 out of 30. I also took the time to list Keith Richards as the dead member of Rolling Stones. Mostly for the hell of it.

We did however win the bonus competition (best team name based on a lie your parents told you when you were young) which earned us an unnecessary round of shots. Feel free to join “Every time you touch yourself an angel dies” for an hour of trivia bloodbath next Monday.

It was Peter’s idea. Honestly.

Beat it

I love smoking. It think it looks cool. I think it smells good and makes you more sexually attractive. Smoking is the perfect pastime. Except, you know, it kills you. And it’s a jealous mistress that hates it when you stay away for too long. After three days my head is about to implode. Since I can’t do meth at the office I’ve had to find my way back to another addiction. Pop songs.

Top at the moment: Backstreet Boys – Larger than life, Amerie – One thing, Wham – Careless whisper.

Unless someone gives me a bunch of NOW!s I’ll be on crack cocaine before Thursday.