Where the hell is my towel?

In a shameless emulation of another far less bewildered traveller, I give you the highly accurate account of my year in Uppsala, Sweden. Like the great man says, persons attempting to find a motive in this narrative will be prosecuted; those attempting to find a plot in it will be banished; those attempting to find a moral in it will be shot.

Thursday, October 19, 2006

Also

I forgot to mention one of the reasons I love the UK is because if you look at it on a map, it's shaped to look like a tall yet plump bearded man, wearing a hat and sitting down in shorts too big for him and possibly throwing a large baby into the air.

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