Bad Ad and Hammarby

So I got a phonecall the other day from an ol aquaintance. Telling me there's some kind of stuff in Gothenburg, someone's fucking up the timetables at the tram stops. Bad ad. That's all I've got to say about that. Don't fuck with infrastructure. So angry I won't even link it.

Anyhow, things that got me feeling a lot more better is moving to Hammarbyhöjden. Yes folks! It's relocation time, but the major lift is already done in a minor minute. I also got hold on an old wreck on wheels and it's a gift from Jens Brown, but alas it's too run down after spending a couple of years standing still under a spruce tree. I might have to tug it down to a car disposal.

Best thing about the new place? Except for having an excellent roommate, we've got a bar. Yes folks! (Again!) It's true. A bar in the apartment. Come visit us.