Fuck Ya'll Motherfuckers!
Music is playing, Facebook and Twitter are up, the sun is shining and I'm 10 000 meters over the ground. After six perfect days in my dearly beloved London I'm on the plane (WITH WIFI, technology who would have thought?) back to Stockholm, which I harshly compare to my prison. Making it to this plane has however been more than a hassle, living the rockstar life but without the fame can cause problems for you.
At 7 p.m. yesterday I should have been at the airport getting ready to head back home but what was I doing instead? I was enjoying a nice pizza with fan at SOHO Square. I would like to say that I regret it deeply and that if I could I'd go back in time and check my travel plan a bit closer and realise that my scheduled flight was due for 8 p.m. and not 11p.m. but I don't. Yes I've wasted a shit load of money but at least I didn't quit the Beatles like Pete Best. That is definitely something you'd regret and cry about. Now I've just lost the little confidence my parents had in me and my money, no biggie…
xx Gibs (note picture is from my analog camera, flying over Uganda)