Tuesday, March 18, 2008

Those who can, teach

Ah for the not so catchy teaching promotion in England we all know what they title is talking about. Just to let you know I'll be teaching a certain Brazilian how to rip tomorrow, we've got the hospital on speed dial just in case

Thursday, March 13, 2008

Favourite non-fictional character (they are real you know)


My 100th post!! I'm currently watching 'Married with Children' or ‘Våra värsta år’ (meaning ‘Our worst years’) and it just reminded me of a totally absolute legend: of course we have Homer, who I don’t think we can ever replace, but coming in a close second has to be Al Bundy.


What can I say? pure genius, this guy optimizes family life. He has to be one of funniest blokes alive.


For those who have no idea what I’m talking about, although the show aired in 1987 and the early shows have a classic eighties look, the jokes and banter are timeless. Sweden is great as they show at least one episode per day and are currently showing some more recent ones with some priceless gags.


I’ll leave you with a few comments from the legend that is…..Al Bundy


I'm jealous of every man not married to you”


“You know what I would do if I was President? I'd take a big empty state, that nobody's using, y'know, like Idaho, and I'd pack every pregnant woman in the country into donut trucks, and convoy 'em all to Boise. And since Idah means nothing anyhow, I'd change the name to Preg-naho.”


Al : Son, have I told you not to get married?
Bud : Yeah, dad.
Al : Have I told you not to become a shoe salesman?
Bud : Yeah, dad.
Al : I guess I told you everything I know then.


Milwaukee. That's the town they build around you mother isn't it, Peg?”

Sunday, March 9, 2008

A couple of days and a perfect moment


The last week at uni was unbelievably pointless, lots of immunological theoretical exercises, lots of stupid answers to stupid questions. However, I'm not going to rant and rave all night, this weekend spent as per; doing work on a DNA vaccine (actuall very interesting) for HIV, for a presentation this week.

I guess why I'm posting (apart from having a little too much time on my hands) is to say I did actually have a fantastic weekend. Although I didn't go anywhere, just worked and ate lots, I had one of those long lastings moments where everything seems to come together. You know you've had one of these moments, when you sit there and suddenly start smiling inside........ok, I sound like a rampant homo, but you know what I mean...when you get this amazing sensation inside, like a 'perfect' moment.

Well I guess mine came, Friday, Saturday and today, all very bizarre, but Im glad I had my moments, guess it came down to my partner in crime, yes the one and only Johanna. You know when you should probably tell the people you love exactly that, whether it be a friend or what not. Sometimes the moments can take your breath away and you almost forget to say what you have to say.

So apologies for now and in advance, may be we should all show the people we care about, how much they really do mean to us. I mean you can't exactly tell your mate you've just gone out on the lash with you really like them....I mean there's that friendship thing, then there's that bum bandit, stay the hell away from me thing.

Well one thing I can say is yes Johanna, I really really like you, at times even love you (I'm just kidding, you know its alltid). If only telling someone you care about was as easy as saying you don't like them.


Sunday, March 2, 2008

Eurovision


So it's that time of the year when the stupid British public vote for some useless song that represents us in the most exciting competition in the World, no not karaoke, or Singstar, but Eurovision. After the two last abysmal years, something about flying the flag and what not, we now have a dustbin man representing a once great country.

Gone are the days of Katrina and the Waves, Sandie Shaw, Lulu, Brotherhood of Man, Bucks Fizz, all awful songs, but great Eurovision songs...i.e. so bad they are 'good'. A bit like, dare I say it, all ABBA songs and weird songs from Carola. They were 'great' because they are so shite...I mean we SHOULD win Eurovision hands down every year, check out the drivel England can produce, I mean we should just enter James Blunt (stoners would watch too), win with ease, no more embarassing 'nil point' situations and job done. Some 'pride' restored to the crap British music scene....I mean we have nothing else we can be proud of, and now, not even the shittest music competition in the World.

I don't know whether we officially regard Eurovision as an absolute joke, not because the music is crap, but more of a political farce. It really doesnt help we like America, I mean that means the rest of the World hates us. There isn't a country in Europe that would you know, give us 12 points on purpose, unlike the whole of Eastern Europe and those crappy countries.....you know the ones.

So on the 24th May, prepare to be spectacularly let down by the British representation of a 'song', lets all have a laugh, have a beer and remember you might have Andy Abraham picking up your rubbish in the morning.

Saturday, March 1, 2008

What is wrong with England?


Ok, how retarded is England? Besides most things, now they are screwing the system up for drivers...well even more so. From April, instead of the normal parking on double yellow lines etc and getting a ticket on your window, not only does the traffic warden or now 'civil enforcement officer' have the power to write you a ticket, even if you drive off (i.e. not physically get a ticket plonked on your windscreen) but now they can give you a ticket from CCTV cameras, so if you drop off/pick up someone from say double yellow lines, you get fined 50 quid!!! What the hell?! This is so mindbogglingly (is that a word?) retarded, I am almost lost for words.

So next time you get lost/answer your mobile in the car in England, make sure you don't pull over basically anywhere....erm....not sure how that will work.....because it will cost you 50 quid....all this in the name of road 'safety', Christ alive even a retarded pygmy goat can see this is all about the money.

Just another reason not to want to be in backwards England......