Quite uninteresting but sometimes funny…

I just remebered that when I lived in Stockholm, I used to have a neighbour that lived one or two levels above me and she used to sing very late at night and very early on weekend mornings. And she was dreadful! It was absolute crap! People that came over wondered what that weird sound was that sounded a bit like Lena Philipssons latest hit. So on weekdays when you try to go to sleep due to the fact that you have to get up at seven the next morning teaching kids history or math or whatever, then she starts. And my god she kept us all awake (we lived at least two, often three in the flat). But the absolute worst is waking up at NINE in the morning on a sunday with a hangover from hell, hearing her sing Carola!

So why did I remeber this fact? Oh, because a person in my life that I dont really know is singing right now. In a moderate painful way. Btw: Al, you shut up about this!

Also strange things about my flat in sthlm:

1. There was a  man that lived in the house across the very small yard we had outside. This man used to walk around naked in his flat, but he only showed himself for other people that happened to be in the flat. I saw him once very quickly, otherwise it was visiting friends and family that saw him. Like a human ghost thats only showing sometimes.

2. There was an 87 year old man that asked me to marry him at least 20 times and who, I found out later, have had 2 wifes for 30 years without them knowing about eachother.

3. The couple that had their bedroomwindow about half a meter from our livingroom window. During the summer nights we sat in that window smoking. Alot. And they had very loud sex with the window open. Alot.

Ah, the memories of Stockholm. I kind of miss it, but then I remeber that I live in London and then everything feels much better.

xx