Lock, stock and one loaded barbell

Nearing the end of November and the home run down to Jul (Christmas), which begs the question at least once from every bodies lips, "Where the pine nuts has the year gone?"

Well i'll tell you where it went, into oblivion, along with your hopes and dreams and first ever pet.

For me however, i transcend oblivion, so my time has been invested as memories on which i can recall later to peruse at my leisure and which i will also (selectively) share with you here.

Saw Skyfall at the movies, awesome sauce, Bond is still king (followed closely by Bourne) and Daniel Craig is the 'realist' bond I've seen so far. Insofar as he acts somewhat like a spy, and is looking juuuuicy for a bro in his 40s.

Making killing in the name of the Queen a desirable occupation for men ages 12-85

Sprinkle the weekdays with a little school, homework, skyping fam and friends from home, miscing, gym and watching the danish days lose sunlight so very fast. So now that rugby is over i will have to find another hobby to take my rage out upon. Wonder if Copenhagen has a quidditch team?

Also it was my birthday. Which means I'm in my mid-twenties and can finally command respect from mid teens the world around. Its a sweet moment indeed. I got lots of awesome presents, including bacon seasoning, a set of bike gloves, a gym set for Adelaide home, a smashing scarf, haighs choccy and a awesome first edition Mummi book

"This isn't what it looks like" - a quote from the book I havent yet read

So in celebration of my birthday I had a whole weekend in Stockholm with my Boomerang buddy Peta.
In lieu of a generic holiday explanation the cliffs are as follows: drunk, walked, gorged on buffet breakfast, drunk some more, made a somewhat reasonable attempt to go clubbing with famous people, wore shorts in autumn, cracked hilarious jokes at Peta's expense and a first class train ride to boot.

See you in winter, brace yourself.

Kindest regards,


P.s. also had high tea which was cool beans.