England, fair England

The almost an apology-entry
The pictures are somewhat delayed, on acount of me not being at home at the moment (Yes of course I'm at Daniel's), but I decided to get going with this update anyway. I feel quite ashamed, not having written a real update since May, basicly, pictures and poems don't count.

Living Arrangements:
First out, I don't really live in Lund, most nights I'm instead found in Kollektivet Ensam, close to Möllevångstorget and all the nearby take-away foodshops. I am now the proud owner of a key, this keep getting more serious by the month. Me being found here most of the time will however change next week, as Daniel goes back to work and the time we both are awake will shrink to about six hours a day again. The upside of this is that I might get time to get going with Sallustius again, he's been sadly neglected for the last couple of weeks. Something that should also help with this is that I will start working nights not next week but the week after that, which should give me a lot of working time but quite a lot less Daniel-time.

work
I'm currently giving work some serious thought, but I can't really tell you what about. Still enjoyable if occasionally exhusting however.

England
The purpose of the trip was to visit Daniels sister Annika, and she turned out to be very, very nice. They are quite alike in some ways but totally different in others. On day one we flew from Kastrup to Stanstead and spent most of the day in London. Amazingly enough we (when I say we I mean I) immediately got the hang of the subwaysystem, we were able to deposit our bags at Paddington Station and was shortly on our way to se the Houses of Parliament. Then we also went up in the London Eye, saw Westminster Abbey from the outside (it was too late in the day to go in unfortunately) and took quite a long stroll in Harrods which is absolutely huge and every bit as scary as I expected. I might however dare to venture the premises again if by some strange coincidence I become fabulously rich. To spite them I would only buy normal-priced items. After Harrods we took a walk through Hyde Park and made the observation that Geese aren't a uniquely Malmöitic feature (pictures will follow). We proceeded to Buckingham Palace, wasn't particularly impressed by the guards in funny uniforms, and then made our way back to our luggage at Paddington, and then the train/tubestation at Merylebone, which is really pronounced Marlybone. We took the Chiltern Railways to Leamington Royal Spa where Annika lived and then a taxi to her street and was shortly thereafter asleep on her couch/doublesize bed. On day two we sightseeing-ed Leamington Spa, namely the Royal Pumprooms, Jephson Gardens and a very nondescript street called Priory Terrace. I could never figure out why that one was supposed to be a tourist attraction. The gardens were nice. Dinner and Bladerunner with Annika in the evening. Day three was spent sightseeing Warwick (pronounced Worrick) Castle, well worth a day and 9:50 quid.. 14:50 for Daniel the non-student. I should write a large section on the war of the roses here, but I'll save it for sometime I actually feel like doing some research (I'd also like to sit by my own computer). We spent day four in Stratford-upon-Avon, but that city was a big disappointment. We had a really nice day, but we didn't go into the Shakespeare houses or in fact do much of anything besides eat crêpes (No, i don't know where the roof is supposed to be or even what it is called). This was Friday and we went out with Annika and her workmates on afterwork pub which was quite nice. Everybody was terrifyingly nice and everybody worked with games... And they all had Danish girlfriends, for some reasons. (I'm naturally exagerating, there were two people and one of them was actually Danish himself. The other's girlfriend however turned out to be someone who started up a club/magazine/projekt in which Daniel once performed, and to live quite close by his place. It really is a small world, even though no one except Annika really agrees with Neil Gaiman on there only being 500 real people). Anyway we didn't stay out late, and the next day, day five, we headed back to London. We spent about three hours in a pub having dinner/lunch, totally missed the big gay-parade (we saw some of the aftermath though) and went to see Tower Bridge and the Tower. Once again only from the outside since outside of normal touristing hours. We missed the last train to the Stanstead since the Liverpool Street station was cleared out due to some kind of percieved bombthreat, but luckily there was a bus at two AM. We slept at the airport and didn't get arrested (I tried to photograph the machine X-raying shoes. This is strictly forbidden, which I know, and I blame the lack of sleep) and flew home early next morning. End of England. This is in all probability the most touristy vacation I've ever been on.

The future
Next weekend I'm going to Halmstad seeing a beech Rugby tournament, courtesy of Tobias. In November I'm going on an even more touristy trip than England, destined for China. Don't know how I decided that actually, It'll be me, mum, Tommy and a thousand old people.

wishful thinking
I'd like to go hiking some time this summer and I would really like for the weather to get better so that I could go swimming.. I would also like to have the time to meet up with a few people (you know who you are) sometime before fall :-)