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Arkiv för London

Achrggfrajaecg, sa Harry

Yeah, that’s what Harry says whenever his head lightning shiet scar crack hurts. That is also what Mattias and I say every 10 seconds, and we sigh every 10 milisecond.

For the last two days, (today and yesterday), we have walked for about 30 to 40 kilometres.  That is a lot for Mattias, and like Mt. Everest for me. Yesterday we got to visit the Science museum, which was semi-fun, or semi-boring if your in that pessimistic bitchy mood. Simulator was cool, and fun, and I even felt sick just after being tumled around on the same spot. Bad.

Then we went to British History Museum. We didn’t go everywhere, but it was awesome just because there was huge DINOSAURS! RAAWRWRAR GRAAAHAH AMAGAAAD THERES A BIG T REX OVAH THEEH RUUUUN FORREST RUUUN RAAAWWWR!

Then we went far far away. To Parliament thingy and the Big Ben. Then we went to the Movieum, which totally gave Mattias and me hugh boners. There was Batman suit, Superman suit, Bond stuff, Johnny English stuff, Star Wars sets and costumes. And a lot more! Plus, the really cute girl at the counter gave me and Matte a discount. Mustve been my hair…

Then we walked around and found BFI IMAX where we bought tickets for the Kung Fu Panda movie. And then we went to London bridge, just to see that it wasnt Tower Bridge and really sucked. Then we went to Tower Bridge, and then the Tower. But the stupid son of a icecreams in London where rebuilding some udnerground lines so we had to walk a distance equivalent of the trip to Pluto by horse carriage.

We also visited Harrods. The guards there are lame, and the whole place sucked the life out of me. I was sad for a long time.

Then we got to the Kings Cross station, where we found platform 9 and 3 quarters. It was fun, and I came to the conclusion that I liked my face too much to actually run into the wall. But I did slowly rub my stomach against it.

By the way, I am actually reading every word I am writing here to myself and Mattias, and I can only speak for my self but I find this text really boring in English. Gasp.

THEN we shopped! It was awesome! I bought Frank Millers Batman novel 1, and novel 2. Then i bought the first season of batman the animated series, batman cartoon movie, back to the future trilogy, harold and kumar movie, a hat, elmo t shirt, domo t shirt, a junkie shirt i bought from a junkie and some other small items. Im almost broke.

And, just so you all know and can be happy for it, I flipped off Nicolas Cage at the Madame Tussauds. HAHAHHAHAHHAHA HOOORAY YOU BACKSLICKED BASTARD. I need sleep, gnight.

Alkohol, sex och coolhet

Here I am. I am standing in the Apple Store on Regent Street at the moment, blogging from a Macbook Pro. Just like Hank Moody (David Duchovny) does in Californication television series. He blogged about about his shitty life and how he hated people who used abbreviations, such as lol (laughing out loud) or bj (blowjob).

I am just as cool, all though I am sober and not sexified.

Plane to London got delayed, facing some difficulties Mattias and I had to switch airplane. When we arrived at London, 2 hours delayed, we had a quick food intake at McDonalds and then we headed to the place where we’re staying. Neat place, a villa kinda. 

We’ve just visited Hamley’s Toy Store, heaven on earth. TOYS EVERYWHERE! Indiana Jones stuff, Harry Potter stuff, Lord of the Rings stuff and Star Wars stuff. All from replicas to lego, cars to dolls. I am so happy. Tuning out from now, Pourab, from London.


Love Apple, picture taken with Photo Booth. Ah, orgasm.

Here we come!

Sådär såg det ut på pappas skärm för 10 minuter sedan. Det var precis efter han bokat biljetter åt mig och Matte för att åka till London! Första Augusti försvinner vi till britternas förlovade land, och återvänder den femte. Bor gör vi hos en snäll gammal tant som jag känner. Vi hade inte så mycket val heller, då hon insisterade på att vi bor hos henne. Jag är inte tillåten att vistas i London utan att bo hos henne, enligt henne. Fast, det är bara bra. God frukost, och säkert tak över huvudet! Jag är taggad! Mitt hår var taggat när jag såg bekräftelsen!

Klantarnas helvete


 Oh meh fuggin god where teh fogg am I?

I mitt dagliga slösurfande kring London med pappa, fann vi en tunnelbanekarta över London. Enkel och logisk tyckte han. Men, det är de inte. Det är som gjort för att en gravt efterbliven människa som jag ska lyckas åka fel. Kanske hamnas i de ökända svartingområdena, eller varför inte i de tråkiga områden. Men, med en bra resepartner, som har koll, så kommer det gå bra för mig.

Han kommer se till att jag inte fuckar bort mig. Det enda sugiga vore ju om jag tappade bort karln…. Fast, det vore kanske bra att gå lite vilse. Kan jag snacka lite engelska och göra den bättre, så man kan få både en och två damer att snubbla för en när man bara tala engelska. Självklart ska det även upplevas lite Londonkultur: skrik, spring och skratt. Alltså, leva normalt.

Någon som tycker kartan verkar lätttolkad? Tänk på att min far påpekade att de flesta stationer har olika våningar för olika färdriktningar. Enda stationen jag kan se fram emot är såklart King’s Cross, av självklara anledningar.