söndag 30 januari 2011

Wrong key

In my previous post I wrote about how bad I felt not being able to lock David's door. It turned out that the key he gave me was to his parents house. I felt so stupid... I hope he gives me a present soon!

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måndag 24 januari 2011


I bought a book for David. Kind of my apology for not being able to lock his door correctly a couple of days ago. I had a bit of a blond moment and his door is one of those weird security doors. I was paranoid the whole day at work and then almost died of shame when he told me that the door was open.

Spådom, written by Magnus Dahlström, is a story in three parts about a doctor, a policeman and a social worker's private life clashing with their professional. They say Dahlström is a very depressing writer (I haven't read the any of his book).

torsdag 20 januari 2011


If you are, like me, a fan of Sherlock Holmes, don't miss the new mini-series on TV. BBC-produced, which means good quality stuff, did deliver. I really liked it.

tisdag 18 januari 2011


Today I'm bored. Don't know why, I just am. It's one of those days where you just want to scream on top of your lungs, pull my hair out and jump down a flight of stairs. That might sound a bit to much. You know what I mean, I need to do something fun, something to get my groove back on...

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måndag 17 januari 2011


I still have some images from London I'd like to share with you. One day we ventured to Shoreditch to take a closer look at where my brother lived during his studying at LCP.

Shoreditch is a strange area. It has this weird mix of old almost ruined buildings and new build contemporary houses.
According to Wikipedia:
"Shoreditch is an area of London within the London Borough of Hackney. It is a built-up part of the inner city immediately to the north of the City of London, located 4 km east-northeast of Charing Cross. The etymology of 'Shoreditch' is debated. A legendary early tradition connects it with Jane Shore, the mistress of Edward IV who according to an ancient ballad died in the eponymous ditch....However as the place is attested as 'Soersditch', long before this, a more plausible suggestion is 'Sewer Ditch', in reference to an ancient drain or watercourse in what was a boggy area adjacent to the 'fens' of Finsbury/Fensbury to the west (Mander 1996). Possibly it refers to the headwaters of the river Walbrook which rose in the Curtain Road area."

Maybe this place will become "the next big thing", cause we could see some galleries, work shops and hipsters floating about.

fredag 14 januari 2011

Snot a lot

Woke up today with both my nostrils clogged with snot. But I have faith in my homemade remedy which contains massive amounts of orange juice, Ipren, Earl Grey tea and power naps on the sofa. It has helped me before and I can feel it working already! The left nostril is clearing out. No more talk about mucus now! Have a good Friday everyone!

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torsdag 13 januari 2011

Cooking the classics

My love for food has no boundaries! A couple of days I got the idea to start a blog about my tries to cook the classic foods. I haven't started yet so the blog is empty at the moment but if you want to have a look already, click here. And Yes, I might even attempt to make macaroons!

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tisdag 11 januari 2011


In November of 2011, my brother, the fixed gear enthusiast, ventured to Gothenburg to participate in a late night bike race called "Svart Katt" (Alley cat). The rules are simple: dress code: black, corpse paint (or anything that distorts your normal appearance) is a must. You ride from one point to another, answering questions to get to your next spot. All in all about 2,2 Swedish miles. Featured below is two of the riders: my brother and the winner of the race. Which is which?

Images courtesy of Hallisar

I must say, I'm quite inspired by my brother's new found love of bikes and is actually thinking of getting one my self. Maybe next year I'll join the night riders!

måndag 10 januari 2011


I'm usually not fond of girls with guitars, mostly because they tend to be a bit to whiny for my taste. But not this chick! Discovered by Nick Cave, Anna Calvi does a pretty good cover of Frankie Laine's song. You like?

lördag 8 januari 2011

The Gherkin

One day, we found ourselves wandering in the banking district. The architecture was really interesting, the mix of old and new. And this, The Gherkin. I don't really know what I think about this. The Gherkin opened at the end of May 2004. With 40 floors, the tower is 190 metres tall, and stands on the former site of the Baltic Exchange building, which was severely damaged on 10 April 1992 by the explosion of a bomb placed by the Provisional IRA. And I don't understand how they got the name "Gherkin" to stick! I mean, if a much smaller water tower in Malmö can get the nickname "kopparkuken" (copper dick), I can't imagine the work that went down not to call this massive, phallic building being called anything but!

torsdag 6 januari 2011

Sticks n' stones

Being snowed in wasn't all that bad. After securing a hotel room and a plane ticket home, we ventured out on the streets of London again. On that Monday, we took a walk through Hyde Park and decided to make it a day of museums. Our first stop was the Natural History museum.

I really liked the exhibition of "Earth's Treasury", it featured many displays of rocks, minerals and gemstones. The chemistry geek in me absolutely loved the needle pointed minerals, the bubble shaped clusters of sulphur and raw pieces of sapphire wedged in stone!

måndag 3 januari 2011

Rock Lobster

In the mist of images from London, I just want to squeeze in an image from New Years Eve. For the first time ever, we made an attempt to cook lobster.

It was my first time splitting it in two, prying out the meat and stuffing it with deliciousness. This was the second curse of mine and D's NYE supper. We started of with some duck pate on toast and after the lobster, tournedos with mashed almond potatoes. It was all amazing! Then, in a semi food coma, we made our way to the sofa to rest before it was time for cheese.

lördag 1 januari 2011

The three boys

The reason we all went to London was my mums birthday and we wanted to do something really special for her. So we booked a table at Les Trois Garcons. The place was absolutely incredible!

The decor was amazing, the food the best I ever had and the service was impeccable. We started off with a glass of champagne of course. Mum tried the hand-made tortellini of Dorset Crab with homemade bacon crisp and lemongrass sauce for starters, I had home cured foie gras in Sauternes “au torchon” with quince chutney and toasted brioche and my brother tried the salad of roasted, pickled and raw heritage beetroot with Medjool dates, walnuts and Childwickbury Goats Cheese served with argan oil and honey vinegar dressing. Got your juices flowing yet?

The mains were even better and as a surprise (for us all) our lovely waitress, Ilya, brought out chocolate pralines with "Happy birthday" written on the plate. It was truly a night to remember...