Mean grrrlzz of Stockholm!

No idea what the title might mean, but I'm quite liking it! Hi world!!!! I've not been on forever, but I have been working so hard it is not even funny. My arse is killing me from this seat (and only from this seat, I hasten to add!). The good thing about doing lots of work is that I get lots of dosh and can keep living in the style to which I have become accustomed. (I wish!).

What has been happening? Erm. Let me gather my thought(s).

Right, I have been in touch with someone on the world's fiercest gay website (www.thingbox.com) who it appears went to NURSERY SCHOOL with me! Like, at the same time! I'm sure we must have talked about Abba and the need for the world to be taken over by a diminutive Australian pop icon in, oh, shall we say 12 years' time, circa 1976...

How strange, we were chatting away and then that came up! I almost wet my pants. It was very cosmic-tastic. How bizarre to come to Stockholm and be catapulted back into my earliest incarnation! When I couldn't SPEAK! And didn't even know who Shirley Clamp was!

Oh strangely as I type, the non-disco version of Christer Bjorkman's 'Tu n'es pas un ange' has come on. Well it is in fact the original version sung by Edith Piaf. And now Linda Bengtzing.

So Anissa has been sort of doing my nut in. Just with the farting, and the endless 'BUT I'M PREGNANT!'. Yeah, well bitch, I AIN'T THE DADDY! God, even thinking about touching minge makes me slightly uneasy... Perhaps I should sing her a rendition of 'Billie Jean'?

I went out for a wander with my camera the other day (in a rare moment of going out the house!) and snapped all sorts of weird things on my travels. I will post them after this.

Last night, I was treated (only in Sweden!) to a program covering the first 9 songs of the Eurovision coming up next month, with celebrities from the world of Scandic showbiz commenting on them! Presented by Christer Bjorkman (my ex-future husband. Christer, the hair! THE HAIR!!!). It was great. Predictably, the winner according to the Scandos was (yes!) 'Je t'adore' by Kate Ryan. Christer (ever the wit) said 'No it's not 'Shut the door, but Je t'adore!' I laughed, more because I understood his Swedish than anything else!

Do you know, Je t'adore is actually written by Swedes! So THAT'S why I like it so!

I am trying to sort out going to Athens for next month's Eurovision-gayfest. It should be do-able, I must phone Anna the Danish-Greek belly dancer that is my pal there.

I went to Lino on Saturday and got vaguely chatted up by a boy. I say vaguely because his very novel (it has to be said) technique for chatting me up consisted in: move 1) poke JF in eye! move 2) apologize profusely > when JF moves away, move 3) follow JF to other room, start dancing like a maniac in front of him and blatantly ignoring JF's body language. Move 4) bellow 'I'm from Yugoslavia!'

Topped off with move 5) have really bad curtain hair

I left.

But I did have a lovely hotdog just outside.

Oh I hope what I just wrote isn't cruel. Note to any prospective suitors (stop laughing at the back!) - please do not poke me in the eye. It is not a good look, it is not seductive and I will not think you are witty and amusing. Though love may well be blind, I do not wish to be. And anyway, if what they say about masturbation were true, I'd be typing this in Braille. Thank you.

I just downloaded The Producers. (note, if any bigwigs read this, I did not just download The Producers.) I am going to watch it.

Caro - ta for super chat. Di - ditto. Weeze - boys are BAD NEWS. Become a lesbian. I should know, I am one!

Oh I'm also going to upload 2 photos that made me crease myself (je me suis tordu de rire, quoi!). Loving u hard!