Tag: mu

As I’ve been unpacking, I’ve been finding money stashed into various nooks and crannies.

Winter clothing is for wimps. Body fat has all the insulation anyone would ever need.

I finally figured out what the Norwegian word for "bag" is. So now, I don’t reply "I’m paying by card" when asked "Would you like a bag?"

I’ve begun to realise that telling people "people are really nice to me" is a self-reinforcing, self-fulfilling prophecy.

I can hear my hotel-room neighbour snore across the walls. Damn my super-sensitive hearing.

I’m spending a couple of days at Lysebu, which is situated on a hill outside Oslo. The view of the city while getting up here was gorgeous.

I can’t walk in heels. How is it that I came to that conclusion? Why, aren’t we the nosy sort.

I’m preparing for a move over the next couple of days and my tummy’s beginning to feel all queasy. I fear change.

I was rudely awakened by this obnoxious hammering noise. Screw the financial sector, it’s carpentry that needs strict regulation.

And it took an economic meltdown to make clear a simple fact us cynical pseudo-intellectuals were born with.

"… and the answer is that we’re not smart enough as people." — Alan Greenspan

It’s a pity men can’t pull off dangly things as well as women can.

Slowly sipping my steamy soup as I stare out into the cold rain.

I really need a hair cut. I guess that means I need to ask someone what the Norwegian word for "barbershop" is.

That doesn’t mean I’ll stop being the conceited son and stop making fun of my dad for "not doing anything real, just tallying numbers."