It's too hot to function. There is something really wrong with Norway; we're all cost, but the climate is like sodding Siberia. And they call this a temperate zone? This climate is bipolar. I shower at least three times a day in very cold water, I only wear scraps of flimsy fabric, I sit completely still in the shade drinking cold drinks and I'm still a sweaty, panting mess. The only reason I'm not naked all day is because the sun hurts my skin more than the heat does. Also, I tried it and got chewing gum in unseemly places.
I got my iPod to work, so I've got The Italian Job, Due South (S3), Eddie Izzard and Sherlock Holmes on my iPod, funtimes on the bus tonight/tomorrow. Because I'm going to Roskilde music festival! Haven't I said? Which will be awesome. I'm sharing a tent with one of my favourite people, she doesn't snore and is practical so it will be good. We will see Madness (MADNESS!!!) and Katzenjammer and Lily Allen and weird Canadian bands play, and get drunk and make fun of Danes and their ridiculous language that is in no way similar to our own.
Then I'm going to Koblenz, Germany, which you silly English kn-ights probably call Cobbles or something equally stupid. (München! Wien! Venezia! Firenze! God, that annoys me. Only english-speaking person I've heard pronounce foreign names correctly is Stephen Fry, and he only does it to show off on QI.) I have no idea what we're going to do there, probably the same old: we drive about in a rented car, look at castles, that sort of thing. I've never been to Germany, so this will be interesting. Mein handy. Durchfall. Gehaben gehaben.
So long, see you in two weeks.
I got my iPod to work, so I've got The Italian Job, Due South (S3), Eddie Izzard and Sherlock Holmes on my iPod, funtimes on the bus tonight/tomorrow. Because I'm going to Roskilde music festival! Haven't I said? Which will be awesome. I'm sharing a tent with one of my favourite people, she doesn't snore and is practical so it will be good. We will see Madness (MADNESS!!!) and Katzenjammer and Lily Allen and weird Canadian bands play, and get drunk and make fun of Danes and their ridiculous language that is in no way similar to our own.
Then I'm going to Koblenz, Germany, which you silly English kn-ights probably call Cobbles or something equally stupid. (München! Wien! Venezia! Firenze! God, that annoys me. Only english-speaking person I've heard pronounce foreign names correctly is Stephen Fry, and he only does it to show off on QI.) I have no idea what we're going to do there, probably the same old: we drive about in a rented car, look at castles, that sort of thing. I've never been to Germany, so this will be interesting. Mein handy. Durchfall. Gehaben gehaben.
So long, see you in two weeks.
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