For most of my life, I’ve been fascinated by Sweden. It started with ABBA, of course. Then I discovered their approach to how society should operate matches with my mine. Then I visited and discovered the beauty of the place, and the awesome people. Music, literature, film.
As I walked in the door tonight and turned on the television I was pleasantly surprised to see a show on SBS-TV about Sweden.
As part of their “Counter Culture” … Read the rest “Friday night and the lights are low…”
“It’s more Swedish than Sweden” was the text message I sent to my friend Grant who was originally going to join me at the Swedish Church in Sydney fete held … Read the rest “Swedish Saturday”
As I’d estimate the crowd was about thirty percent Swedish expats or backpackers, it wasn’t too much of a surprise when the audience replaced the usual “more” with “en gang … Read the rest “Name’s On The Door”
As I walked home tonight past the Goulburn Street Police Centre, I noticed “Mamma Mia” (the movie) was screening in the window of a real estate agent, opposite. “How odd”, … Read the rest “Almost Swedish”
I don’t exactly know how it happened, but it’s happened: sometime in the last week or so I became addicted to Swedish pop-jazz-rock group, Bo Kaspers Orkester. This, of course, … Read the rest “Melancholy Baby”
I guess I shouldn’t have been surprised when I saw the Christmas Decorations in the David Jones window, when I walked past there ealier tonight.
Even though I live close … Read the rest “November”