fat women are not allowed to drink alcohol in Sweden

So, I was out at a restaurant the other night with Kat. I was drinking a beer, and I noticed a piece of highly provocative instruction.

We are, after all, in the land of rules and regulations, be they social or law. I thought I should bring this shocking news to the world:


Yes, that's right. A symbol obviously proclaiming that fat women should not drink beer.

;-).

EDIT: BAH, the karma police just got me. I thought I was going to go and get some beer for tonight but it appears that the afore-mentioned rules and regulations have thwarted me yet again (can't buy alcohol on Saturdays after 3 or some such bollocks). GRRR.

The ultimate public transport

I finally did it. I went out there, and I bought myself a brand spanking new bicycle. It's blue, although I wasn't too sure about the colour, it seems alright.

It has 5 gears, a push back peddle brake, wheel guards/flaps, a carry tray, and a front brake :P.

There's nothing too special about it, except that it's the first bike I have bought since.. well, ever! I always had bikes given to me as they were modus operandi ruralis where I grew up (read: my parents couldn't be assed driving me around all the time), and were integral to getting to school.

I've used it a grand total of three times now, once to cycle home from where I bought it, whereupon a snow storm decided to start JUST after I bought it. I had a huge mission getting home, being a complete retard doesn't help at the best of times, but this time was even worse as I got lost and even went in circles several times. Just like in the movies, I actually wound up right back at the place I started at. I blame the snow. An hour and a half later I managed to make it home, with my frozen ice cube feet stuck to the peddles.

So anyway, here's a map (may or may not be exaggerated), showing my path home (click to see the comments):


Taking it to work today was cool. No people to dodge, just cars. It's also much faster albeit colder than the bus/train, and felt like good exercise.

Oh, and you have to have one of these to deal with the pesky pedestrians!



:)

don't forget your keys

Funny how the simple things can make you feel like somebody downtrowed you in front of a large crowd, all focused on you.

The Honey Badger (HB) - currently in Karlstad. In the Honey Badger's possession: 1 security key for the Honey Badger Den (HBD).

The Dumb Ass (DA) - currently in a hotel room in Stockholm. Not in the DA's possesssion: 1 security key for the HBD.

Approximate cost for being a DA: 1 night in a hotel room, 1.5 wasted hours freezing said DA's ass off calling locksmiths (the security lock would need to be drilled out and replaced for a cost of approx 450 euros), 1 healthy dose of embarassment and stress wondering if the security key will make it via courier to Stockholm tomorrow so that the DA can get into the HBD.

The words "OMG" were physically emitted several times upon realising that the security key was not on the DA's keyring.

DA.