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Judging by the legs that this story gained, I suspect you’d have had to have been living under a rock in the first week of January not to have heard the story (given that it appears in nearly every news source in the UK) that apparently morris dancing will be extinct within 20 years (including…
As in, Twitter, the digerati-popular and equivalently lauded/derided “micro-blogging” service. Sort of reminds me a bit of Douglas Adams‘ description of the Belcerebon people of Kakrafoon: a race whose enlightened civilisation was reduced to a gibbering wreck due to an intergalactic sentence passed on their world such that instead of being thoughtful and contemplative they…
2 things really. 1) I didn’t think the phrase “elk-bothering stilts” should go unblogged (i.e. “Go strap on your elk-bothering stilts, and let’s go bother some elks!”) 2) the bloke in the following photo isn’t me: he’s in the USA, and his hat’s the wrong colour.
Still on the search for palatable chocolate milk (raised as I was on the highly excellent Farmers’ Union Classic Chocolate, nothing on this side of the world has proven a viable substitute). In the Swedish supermarket I spotted this moderately amusingly named variety, and decided it was Sweden’s turn in the Humpyvision Milk Contest. Quite…
Here we are, set up at our excellet apartment in Åre. So far we’ve done a fair portion of remarking about how cold it is (-16 C), had an excellent dinner (Thai chicken curry – thanks johan & yoyo), and marveled at the diagrammatic accuracy on Swedish milk cartons. Snowboarding tomorrow! Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeee!
We made it to the airport okay, and 2/3 of us ran the checkin gauntlet (more on that another time), so now it’s just the waiting game…
I’m going snowboarding in the morning. Hurrah. 7 days in the more northerly bit of Sweden. Yay!