Following the potentially shocking news from the last post (or not when the UK is involved), it's quite hard to come up with things to say that are of interest. I mean there are some funny things from the UK buying table salt in the local supermarket to somehow remove the ice from the roads because the countries run out or people were panic buying for fear of running in to some famine from the 2 inches of snow they recieved for like 3 days.
It really is funny when people are put in unknown situations, when fear and panic takes over, especially when there is just about enough snow to make a snowman. 'Oh no panic theres half a centimetre of snow!!' I say this mainly because as Swedes know, it's being snowing all day today and partly yesterday. You've not seen treacherous until you've drivin back from Stockholm, in the dark, in the snow, in a fogged up car (because your car fan is on the foot wells trying to dry your feet) on a Sunday evening. The good news, we made it safe and sound, the bad news I guess was seeing a car in pieces facing the wrong way on the 'motorway'.
This weekend saw the return of old man Thorpe. We did the usual and cranked it up in Kungsberget on Saturday, which wasn't without it's frustration: see recently we've been having a few issues, shall we say, with leashes and snowboarding. Meaning, Kungsberget lifties won't let you on the lift without a poxy leash attached to your binding and your foot. So last week, with some crafty ingenuity we managed to MacGyver some new leashes from a board lock and some elastics holding the gloves together. This week however was a whole different kettle of fish- in a word: 'denied' would suffice. Basically we weren't allowed on the lift so got to speak to a geeky mountain op's tard who told us the reason why you need a leash (this time it had to be around our leg!) was for when we go hiking with the board.
This was perplexing to say the least: when do you go hiking on a hill about the size of my weiner? If we did go hiking why would be ever try and walk with a board dragging behind us strapped to our leg, thats why 'God' created arms? Why do you need a leash that goes round your leg, when the factory one that comes with your bindings to attach to your laces will work perfectly? When does your binding straps randomly fall off? The leash we were told was for carrying the board- what about skies? Why do you need a safety device that has absolutely nothing to do with being safe?! So many questions and not many answers. Needless to say we couldn't stick it to the man so had to pay for these ridiculous surf style leashes. I was not a happy bunny, well not for a few minutes at least!!
Today took us to Stockholm, to just chillax before dropping Pinocchio off to fly home to England. It was dumping down so we did our best to hide in some shops, checking out all the bits we can't afford, oh to be a student. After a healthy diet of pizza, blueberry cake and a huge bag of pic 'n' mix, I look like a 8.5month old pregnant woman. So on that note, I'm gunna sit here pretending to be obese, enjoy my last few hours before hitting it up in the lab tomorrow.
Just a personal thanks to Gramps for a nice weekend. Speaking of which, our next few weekends are pretty busy: a second attempt at our house warming, the bandy final, a wedding or a trip to England to go to a NZ expo, the other rent visiting and so the list goes on. On a more random note, I've got to try and stop Johanna from eating all the food in the supermarket before we get to the checkout. We found some huge bananas, I mean massive. They'd put a donkeys dong to shame........and yes that is the first thing my oh so innocent fiance started talking about. I was going down the I'm 5 years old and imagining it's like a gun type thing, Johanna thinks penis.....Men are always perverted right?
It really is funny when people are put in unknown situations, when fear and panic takes over, especially when there is just about enough snow to make a snowman. 'Oh no panic theres half a centimetre of snow!!' I say this mainly because as Swedes know, it's being snowing all day today and partly yesterday. You've not seen treacherous until you've drivin back from Stockholm, in the dark, in the snow, in a fogged up car (because your car fan is on the foot wells trying to dry your feet) on a Sunday evening. The good news, we made it safe and sound, the bad news I guess was seeing a car in pieces facing the wrong way on the 'motorway'.
This weekend saw the return of old man Thorpe. We did the usual and cranked it up in Kungsberget on Saturday, which wasn't without it's frustration: see recently we've been having a few issues, shall we say, with leashes and snowboarding. Meaning, Kungsberget lifties won't let you on the lift without a poxy leash attached to your binding and your foot. So last week, with some crafty ingenuity we managed to MacGyver some new leashes from a board lock and some elastics holding the gloves together. This week however was a whole different kettle of fish- in a word: 'denied' would suffice. Basically we weren't allowed on the lift so got to speak to a geeky mountain op's tard who told us the reason why you need a leash (this time it had to be around our leg!) was for when we go hiking with the board.
This was perplexing to say the least: when do you go hiking on a hill about the size of my weiner? If we did go hiking why would be ever try and walk with a board dragging behind us strapped to our leg, thats why 'God' created arms? Why do you need a leash that goes round your leg, when the factory one that comes with your bindings to attach to your laces will work perfectly? When does your binding straps randomly fall off? The leash we were told was for carrying the board- what about skies? Why do you need a safety device that has absolutely nothing to do with being safe?! So many questions and not many answers. Needless to say we couldn't stick it to the man so had to pay for these ridiculous surf style leashes. I was not a happy bunny, well not for a few minutes at least!!
Today took us to Stockholm, to just chillax before dropping Pinocchio off to fly home to England. It was dumping down so we did our best to hide in some shops, checking out all the bits we can't afford, oh to be a student. After a healthy diet of pizza, blueberry cake and a huge bag of pic 'n' mix, I look like a 8.5month old pregnant woman. So on that note, I'm gunna sit here pretending to be obese, enjoy my last few hours before hitting it up in the lab tomorrow.
Just a personal thanks to Gramps for a nice weekend. Speaking of which, our next few weekends are pretty busy: a second attempt at our house warming, the bandy final, a wedding or a trip to England to go to a NZ expo, the other rent visiting and so the list goes on. On a more random note, I've got to try and stop Johanna from eating all the food in the supermarket before we get to the checkout. We found some huge bananas, I mean massive. They'd put a donkeys dong to shame........and yes that is the first thing my oh so innocent fiance started talking about. I was going down the I'm 5 years old and imagining it's like a gun type thing, Johanna thinks penis.....Men are always perverted right?
