Hej!

Thank the lord for WiFi. I’ve got four hours to kill in Schipol air­port, and for less than the price of a the delicious-​looking sushi plat­ter a chef is prepar­ing before my very eyes, I have a full day of inter­net access.

I can report that Stock­holm more than lived up to my ludi­crous view of Scan­di­navia as a utopian dream­world (High taxes! Social con­science! Pretty girls!) and I will be post­ing about that later, ad nau­seam. Unless, of course, I finally dis­ap­pear up my own arse before I get the chance, due to wire­lessly cruis­ing the inter­web, eating sushi and post­ing to a freak­ing weblog all at the same time. I won’t men­tion the fact that the only English-​language mag­a­zine I could find at Arlande was Wall­pa­per*, nor will I admit that I bought a copy.

If no one calls me a dick­head in the next ten min­utes, I may have to do it myself.

Update: The oppor­tu­ni­ties for dick­head­ery are legion here - next stop the med­i­ta­tion centre. Or not.

Posted at 2pm on 17/06/03 by Jack Mottram to the misc. category.
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