As I made my way to the supermarket tonight, I noticed there were about twenty teenage girls camping out at Globen, the big concert/sports arena in Stockholm. Actually, I’d noticed them last night too, but didn’t think too much of it at the time. “That’s odd”, I thought briefly, thinking they must have been queueing for concert tickets. Do people still queue for concert tickets? Or is it all done on-line these days? “What’s on?”, I asked one of them. That’s when I discovered Justin Bieber is playing Globen tomorrow night.
This is only of interest because I’ve spent the last week staying opposite the arena. From my bed-room (on the seventh floor) I have an uninterupted view of the arena. From the main living area, I’ve been able to sit and have dinner and watch the rotation of posters on the electronic billboard reflected in the window. For a while today, I actually sat outside on the balcony enjoying the sunshine. It was that kind of day. Warm weather. Clear skies. What more could you ask for?
Tomorrow night I might have been able to sit on the balcony and listen in as Justin Bieber entertained Stockholm’s teenage girls. I quite like Baby, Baby as a song, by the way. Instead, I’ll be on my way to Turkey. You can expect lots of great photographs and hopefully some interesting stories.
I got to play “host” today to a bloke visiting from Australia. He’s a friend of a friend who I met twelve months ago in Canberra, and who is going to spend the next four months living in Oslo. And being “host”, we’ve had a running joke about how I’m actually Swedish and that it was great to welcome him to “the country of my forebears”. “It’s so great to be able to show you my city. And please, if I do not speak English so well, please you will tell me”, I’ve joked.
We covered a lot of miles, and I even went to one tourist attraction I haven’t been to before. I always thought it was a lame idea, a lift tower in the middle of the city, but it’s actually quite good. Stockholm is a low-rise city, so the lift at Slussen which takes you a couple of hundred metres in the air offers you a great view of Stockholm. Unfortunately, the weather was pretty shitty.
We persevered though on the tour and covered a lot of miles before finding a spot to watch the Stockholm Pride Parade.
It’s a big parade. I don’t know many exactly, but I’d say more people actually participate in it, than in Sydney’s Mardi Gras.
As well as all of the usual suspects, such as dykes on bikes, gay police, teachers, students, doctors, etc, there was a large number of the groups taking part had that had a broader progressive political agenda. There’s also a lot less of the body fascism that’s come to characterise the Sydney event. And, thank goodness, no marching boys or girls. It was a good event. I liked it very much.
Anyway, I’ll let the pictures do the talking today.
I first encountered Tom Nash’s story while I was in the hospital, navigating the immediate aftermath of my own amputation. I read his book, Hook, Line & Sinner, during those early, difficult days and later revisited it by listening to the audiobook, which I found a bit easier to consume at that stage of my recovery. His perspective was one of the few things that truly resonated with me during that time.
Today, I had the privilege of sitting down with Tom for an interview to discuss his “turbulent existence” since losing all four limbs at the age of nineteen due to meningococcal disease. This conversation will feature as part of my podcast, The Limb Shift, which explores the lived experiences of limb loss and limb difference. I am currently deep in production and anticipate that the series will launch around April or May 2026.
Now in his mid-forties, Tom’s journey from a hospital bed to becoming a successful nightclub DJ, business owner, and international speaker offers lessons in what he calls antifragility.
Tom is pragmatic about identity, refusing to let disability become his entire persona. He told me, “Disability is a part of my life, but it’s not every part of my life. I think one of the things that I get irritated about with many people is that one aspect of their life becomes their complete identity”.
This outlook extends to his choice of prosthetics; he uses hooks designed after the First World War because they are lightweight, easy to maintain, and allow him to be self-reliant. This constant need for adaptation has shaped his entire worldview: “You’re not going to be doing things the way that people always do them. You’re going to have to approach problems from a different angle”.
He shared a brilliant story about trying to use a BIC lighter with his hooks. After days of frustration, he realized he didn’t actually need a lighter—he just needed to use BBQ matches. As Tom explained, “Most of the time when you’re solving problems… you’re trying to use a lighter, not trying to set fire to something. It’s about redefining the problem or working out what the outcome or the objective actually is”.
We also discussed moving forward after trauma, specifically his concept of antifragility—growing stronger because of stressors rather than just bouncing back. “Antifragility is growing stronger through challenges,” he noted, comparing the mind to an immune system that responds to pressure. He also touched on the often-misunderstood nature of trauma, stating that “telling people that they’re traumatized is sometimes traumatizing” because it imposes an expectation of how they should feel. For Tom, the path forward was fueled by a sense of duty: “You feel a sense of responsibility to overcome because of how much those people have invested in you”.
Tom’s philosophy is built on focusing on small, immediate goals. Reflecting on learning to walk again, he said, “The end actually comes quicker when you’re focusing on small little goals in front of you and not getting too bogged down in the… end goal of being a complete person”. Today, he lives with a refined sense of agency and perspective, rarely planning more than six months ahead to stay open to opportunity. He remains firm in his ownership of life: “You’re the only one standing in the way of you becoming everything that you could possibly be… nobody else can fix that for you”.
Twenty-five years after his life changed, Tom continues to look forward, focusing on his Youtube show Last Meal and on preparing to write his next book. You can find more about his work and speaking at tomnash.com.
Take a listen to what he had to said about giving advice to others.
Even though I’ve visited Stockholm twice before, I haven’t visited all of the obvious tourist attractions. One notable omission has been home/gallery/museum of Prins Eugins Waldemasudde, located on Djurgården.
I don’t know why I haven’t been there before. Maybe I figured it was just going to a bit of a boring old house, and there was too much else to see in Stockholm in the middle of summer? If so, I was completely wrong.
The house itself is completely charming. Prins Eugins obviously had an eye for good design, as the house enjoys wonderful views and seems completely in touch with its environment. It’s very much an open, airy kind of space.
Outside also, there are lots of wonderful places to sit and enjoy the sunshine and completely relax, which I did for much of the day.
Prins Eugins was also, an artist and, thus, the house is full of many of his own works, as well as those of many other Swedish and European artists. His paintings are okay, I guess. Nothing really special in my opinion. It seems like he was a better collector than he was an artist, in my view.
However I did like his taste in books, which I thought, reflected an obviously worldly man with broad interests.
He died without heir – yeah, you guessed right – and so now his house is a gallery/museum space with a couple of current exhibitions. One features a lot of 19th century Italian works which held little interest for me.
Waldemarsudde
Waldemarsudde
Lars Wallin at Waldemarsudde
I was more interested in the exhibition of works by Swedish designer, Lars Wallin. Not being much of a fashionista myself, I’d never heard of Lars Wallin until I walked into the exhibition.
I discovered, quickly, however, I was VERY familiar with a lot of his work, as he has designed stage costumes for some very well known Swedish pop stars, including Nanne Grönvall and Peter Jöback. It was fascinating to see so many of the costumes up close.
And although dresses aren’t really “my thing” I was completely taken by the beauty of some of his work. There’s a series of red dresses, in particular, which I thought were just amazing.
Overall, a really great space, and a great way to spend a lovely sunny day in Stockholm.
With a bit of free time on my hands over the last few weeks, I’ve been using a website to colourize some old family photographs I’d only ever seen previously in black and white. http://playback.fm/colorize-photo
Though, I can definitely pick there’s an algorythm at work (they all look a little bit “the same”), I’m still happy with what the website offers for free and without much effort.
And what they offer is a new level of detail of the people involved, which would otherwise be the lost in the grey background.
Anyway, here’s a few of them, family pics from the 1940s through to the early 1970s.
Wedding Photograph of Albert Bernard O’Brien and Bertha Ann Dunn, 1940s.Gloria O’Brien / Pepper (second from the right) taken at a nightclub in Lismore in the 1960s. I loved the black and white version. I love the colour version even more. Scowls, cigarettes, too cool for school! What were they drinking? Someone has suggested it ws “Porphyry Pearl”. A bit before my time – does that sound right?Gloria O’Brien (and me), Margaret O’Brien (and “Little Margaret”) in “the shed” at Kyogle Street, South Lismore. Looks like it was about Christmas 1966. Two or three years old? I’m not sure.“The O’Brien Girls” (Gloria, Patsy, Tootsie and Nancy), along with “Little Margaret” preparing for Nancy’s wedding in 1973.
Under the headlights of a nearby vehicle, I happened upon some stencil work in progress in the lane-way between Crown Street and Wiltshire Street, Surry Hills, Sydney, Australia.
It’s all about the new shop next door which is opening soon, apparently.And this is what it looked like the following morning.
“Can we send you a pizza order for a lovely lunch?” a colleague told me today she had recently offered some colleagues in Lismore. “That would be lovely”, she was told, “Except we have no pizza places. They’re all closed, due to the flood.”.
My colleague told me this was a stark insight of how grim things are in Lismore.
For a town of 45,000 people, the shopping options are now restricted to the following: three supermarkets in Goonellabah, with two associated bottleshops, and one pub, the Hilltop Hotel at Goonellabah, though it has a new name which I can’t remember. There are no chains like Target, K-Mart etc.
Beyond that, there’s not much else.
This photograph (unsourced) shows Lismore Square with water up to the rooftop.
Of the 45,000 people, about 5,000 are living in temporary accommodation. For my own family, we have 12 people living in one house. That’s why I came back to Sydney, to give them some additional room. I’m still helping from afar, but I’m guessing it helps them to have one less person sleeping on the couch.
This week, the river came up again. It was three metres less than the catastrophic flood a few weeks ago, though still a major flood.
As Pat joked this week, “It doesn’t matter if it floods again, we’ve got nothing left to lose”.
My nephew articulates the situation once again. “It’s fucked!”
SES drone footage, though noting the floods a few weeks ago were three metres higher. The water was above the shop awnings, close to the power lines.
The flood came to a near-record level again.
This time around the flood was still a “major flood”, though three metres lower than the recent peak. For my family, that meant water through my nephew’s house. For other family, there was water around the houses, but not inside. The things we had managed to salvage from a few weeks ago were once again submerged in our backyard shed.
While my family lived through another rising flood, back here, I was also able to resume a life of “normality”. I’ve actually got a few “normal” social things going on this weekend, ahead of heading back up there in a couple of weeks.
On Wednesday night, I caught up with my friend Andrea.
When I saw the Damien Minton Gallery had organised an “Iggy Pop” retrospective I knew she would be interested. “She’s an old rock chick”, I told Damien about my invitation to Andrea. For many years, a print of Nick Cave dominated her office. Though she’s a few years younger than me, she knew of the cultural relevance of Iggy Pop, and told the story of how she had seen him perform at an early Big Day Out,
The exhibition at the Lord Gladstone, and later the Damien Minton Gallery was very good. And though I was tempted to make a purchase, I decided it was best to hold on to a few pennies for Lismore.
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Have fun in Turkey. Are you going to extend your holiday?
Have fun in Turkey. Are you going to extend your holiday?
Possibly/probably. Will make the decision next week sometime. Meanwhile, loving Turkey already.
PS. Bieber is coming to Istanbul also.