Sunday, 19 April 2009

The (new) proof I am allowed to drive...

1999

2009

A while ago I mentioned I had to renew my drivers's licence due to the fact that I have had it for ten whole years... *Feeling old*.

You can really see how I have grown during the last ten years... I look older but I think I look better. I don't have those red hamster cheeks anymore. Well OK, I still have them but now I am a smaller hamster, I think.

My dear friend Maria kindly pointed out that I look kinda like a Turkish mafia member (that's how they look in her head) in my new licence. I must say I agree. I definitely think I will get more street cred with this one.

In my former licence I looked like the shy dwarf in Snow White. I would say Turkish mafia is an improvement to that...

Wednesday, 15 April 2009

Happy birthday bro'!!!!

Birthday boy

On the 16th of April 27 years ago, I got a brother. I cant say I remember that day because I was only 1 year and 7 months old back then, but it was a big day for the Englund family.

A feisty child is what he was, but also the funnest AND funniest. People say you live longer if you laugh a lot, so I probably will live a few years longer thanks to my brother. One of the most inventive (and weird) pop songs I have heard was created by him and it was called: "Inga-Lill smuggleded herring". Absolutely brilliant.
By the way, my bro' doesn't sport that lovely fro' you can see in the picture, although it would be fun if he did...
Grattis på födelsedagen brorsan!!!! Happy birthday brother!!!! Feliz cumpleaños hermanito!!!! Otanjoubi omedetou otouto!!! Bonne anniversaire fraire!!!!

Monday, 13 April 2009

Thailand

Protests
Paradise

Thailand is a nice place I have heard. Although, recently there has been some comotion there with political protests that have turned violent.
My dear brother is in Thailand working on a project at the moment - in Phuket. That sounds all god and jolly if it wasn't for the fact that he's working his a** off and NEVER goes to the beach. I'm very proud of him - Not for the beach shunning, obviously, but because he's a a hard working clever chap, my bro'.
I would love to go to Thailand some day - when I have many holidays to spend and also some dinero so I can live like a queen!!
Bro' if you're reading this can you just comment on this post and let me know you're OK!!!

Party in STHLM

Dancing, yeah!!
Me and D

The foxy ladies

Me and the birthday boy

Last night we had a splendid reason to celebrate and party. A good friend of ours - my best friend Maria's husband, V - celebrated his 30th birthday. The party started at their place with some music, snacks and very good company. I met new people and also friends I hadn't seen in a very long time. It was great. After that, most of us wanted to go out and dance a bit after having warmed up a bit in M & V's apartment. We went to the Lemon bar where they played old Swedish pop music hits from the 80's. I was almost feeling sorry for D, because if you haven't grown up with that kind of music you would, most likely, think it stinks. But D was happy with the music and also danced his butt off together with the rest of us. I was impressed.

It almost felt like "back in the days" when I lived in Stockholm as a student going out and dancing like crazy not caring how you look when you dance - just giving it all. We had a blast although, I realise that I'm not as energetic now as back then because I'm veeeery tired today!!

Saturday, 11 April 2009

A blast from the past

Agneta & Anne-Frid?
Björn & Benny?

Chiquetito

Dancing king & queen

The day before yesterday we touched down on Swedish soil and yesterday we had our first challenge: To dress up like ABBA and see my relatives. The latter was more of achallenge for D than for me, since I didn't have to struggle to remember their names.

The whole story is that my dad's cousin's wife won a Mama Mia/ABBA theme party on the radio for 100 people - needless to say, we were invited. As we are not often invited to costume parties, we decided to go all wild and crazy and get the best costumes. So last weekend in London, we went on a 70s clothes hunting mission. We succeded but with injured wallets as 70s clothes in London are not cheap. I ended up with a green jumpsuit with gold threads and D with a pair of bell bottom trousers a la Björn or Benny... Brilliant!!

Yesterday we were so proud to put on our costumes for the party because we were so sure we were "da bomb". It turns out I underestimated my parents fancy dressing skills as we were outshined by them!! My dad in his old pilot style glasses, tight pilot shirt and bell bottom trousers and my mom in the Meryl Streep outfit from Mama Mia. They even dominated the dance floor with their "Bugg-dancing" moves for a while. I was impressed. Even though me and D got authentic 70's vintage clothes we didn't capture the REAL 70's spirit, because we never lived it. We were just two 70's rookies in 70's clothes while my parents really rocked the real feeling fo the 70's. Who would have thought?

I will post some pics later...
Update: DONE!!

Wednesday, 8 April 2009

Big fat bonus

Bonuses for banking bosses have been a hot topic during these turbulent credit crunch times. 'Regular' people ask themselves "how can these bosses get these outrageous sums in bonuses when the bank is going down the drain? My savings are going down the drain!!". Had it not been for the government bail outs, many banks would have seized to exist and many many people would not have any savings for their future. Still, so many people have been badly affected by this as they go jobless and in the worst cases, homeless.
So, people are demanding that the bank bosses hand their bonuses back to the banks. Some of the bosses have agreed and given the money back and with that received an approving nod from the general public, while others, like Sir Goodwin from Royal bank of Scotland, have fought for his right to his bonus. People hate that. They have even demonstrated that by vandalising his house in Scotland. But how could it get this far? How come a bank boss earns such a big salary and bonus that he would actually be able to have a noticeable positive impact on the bank, giving the bonus back? I say it's a mix between a vicious circle and human nature.
Money is the oil in the machinery of all business. Without it the machinery will collapse. There are not many people who would work for free, especially if they have spent years and years and money on studies. You want return on your intellectual investment, right? Usually at that stage, this is called ambition. You strive to do good and please your boss so you can move on up on the career ladder. You are ambitious. However, somewhere along thee ladder something happens to the definition of the person you are if things go too well and employers start paying you 'too much'. You are no longer described as ambitious, the description of you starts to shift to 'greedy'. But all along you are only doing what your boss/es are telling you to do. The higher up you go the more money related it is. If you are a CEO of a company your boss/es are the shareholders. "Generate more profits so we can get return on our invested capital!!" is what the general consensus usually is among them. You have to do it even though it might mean firing people, otherwise you might get fired yourself and your replacement will have to do it instead. It's hard but you get rewarded for it. You might even be so skilled that an employer decides to give you a very favourable bonus package - even if the performance of the company isn't very good. "That's a great deal!! I'll take it!!" you think and sign the paper that says the company is legally obligated to pay you that sum no matter what... Who's being stupid in this deal? Me for accepting or the company for offering me this?
I just say: Don't hate the players - hate the game.

Thursday, 2 April 2009

G20

"Whazzup brotha!"
"Let's solve the crisis, bi****s!"
Bankers are not very popular at the moment
... but home made tanks are all the rage!
So 20 of the world's most "powerful" nation leaders are in London at the moment. It feels cool in a way, to be not too far away (but not very close either) from Barack, Angela, Hu, Taro, Nicolas etc etc.

Another thing related to the G20 summit that has created a media frenzy during the past was the "terrorist threat" and the "red alert" warning hanging over London. Chat rooms vere carefully monitored by Police Intelligence to see if there was any cross border planning of terrorist actions during the protests. Fair enough, that has to be done to assure the safety of those world leaders. But what really went down had been vastly blown out of proportion in the media.

The city workers (me included) had been advised to "dress down" for the duration of the summit - 2 days. Jeans, a regular non work shirt or top and comfy shoes. That was because there was a threat to "normal" workers that protesters would target anybody in the Square Mile in a suit. We were all kind of scared and expected mayhem yesterday. It didn't happen. I actually had to pass by the Bank of England where the worst commotion had broken out and to be honest. It seemed like the trouble makers were waaaaaaaaay outnumbered by the police. And also, the troublemakers were kids as far as I could see. Sure, there were some organised experienced groups in there as well, but the people making noise were teenagers. Drunk teenagers. I was quite surprised. I had expected some evil villains a la James Bond movies with scars across their faces and maybe stroking a furry white cat... Laughing muhahahaha... while they are creating chaos around them... Nah, that didn't happen.

It might seem stupid but, I'm only realising now how much we, people, crave some kind of drama in our every day lives - that's what sells. Everybody picked up the paper and read, with hungry eyes all of the stories about organised "rioters" preparing to knock the riding police off their horses, build armoured cars and just create hell on earth... It's not a Bruce Willis movie for crying out loud!

Tuesday, 31 March 2009

Japanese photo booth



When me and D went to Japan, we jumped at the opportunity to have our pictures taken in a Japanese photo booth. After the pictures are taken you can design, draw and include small cartoon objects like hats, ice creams, dog poop etc... and Voila!!! The work of an artist!!

Sunday, 29 March 2009

Shopomania!


Yesterday, me and D decided to give the (semi) new shopping centre in London a go. Westfield shopping centre in Sheperd's Bush (West London) is not an ordinary shopping centre - it's the biggest one in Europe - al estilo Americano. And "Oh my!" is it big! If you like shopping (most women do) this is a dangerous place. You could get stuck there!

Me and D wandered around in amazement. It was a shopper's paradise. Ironically enough, the shopping mall opened up just as the credit crunch was taking a big bite out of the British GDP and unemployment figures started sky rocketing. Despite this fact, the mall was a success. Yesterday I could see why: There is something there for everyone! Rich or poor, your or old no matter what your taste in clothes or other products is...

I also had some time over to say hi to my dear friend - the Prada bag (Yes there is a Prada store there...and Louis Vuitton, Dior etc etc!!!!).

It was retail heaven. I'm happy we don't live anywhere close to that mall!!!