BOOM THERE GOES ANOTHER WEEK

YESTERDAY WAS MY BIRTHDAY

I turned 25. I am now officially old.

Old man old man.

Had one of the nicest birthdays I have had in a few years though. Nothing special happened.

Me and the missus stayed in and ate veggie burgers and drank vanilla vodka and cokes.

Gavelli had made me a lemon meringe pie instead of a birthday cake, which was one of the best things ever. Although after the burgers and fizzy pop, I felt like a kid at a party OD'ing on sucrose.

Then we watched Mean Streets. "Jap adapters?". Haha

Didn't have any candles on my birthday pie because I am too old it would seem.

Scumbags.

Wednesday evening was quite win. Went to a karaoke bar in town, with the cheapest booze I have encountered in Sundsvall. about £2.50 a pint. The thing is, if you have booze that cheap, you attract a strange crowd, and this place was absolutely heaving, till 2am... on a Wednesday!

And I am not talking about it being full of student jibronies, I am talking about full of grown ups, weird grown ups admittedly. Cheap booze and karaoke makes for some weird scenes sometimes. Apparently I was molested by some strange 50 year old woman whilst singing charmless man by blur. I had no idea what was going on at the time because I guess I was too in the karaoke zone, but apparently it was quite frightening. That karaoke zone is a strange place, once you are in there and following those lyrics changing colour, the whole bar could burn to the ground and you wouldn't notice. Only really when it says [INSTRUMENTAL 13 seconds] do you get a chance to look around and see if anyone is watching you. Which apparently everyone was, aghast. When I finished everyone cheered. I thought it was for my performance, but I found out the next day it was probably because of the gross out side show. I don't know. I like to think it was because of my awesome rendition.

Have joined the local gym. Which is called Friskis och Svettis. Frisky and sweaty. Sweaty. Yes.

I got on the treadmill and ran a kilometer on the number 12 setting. I don't know if you have ever been on one of these before, but let me tell you, when you get off of it, it feels like the whole world is speeding past you. So sweaty. So yea, after a while I ran another kilometer, then whined to Martina that I wanted to go home. The next day I couldn't walk, in fact, for the next few days I couldn't walk. Damned physical exertion.