22 May 05
Wolves Die Alone
Aaah, I locked myself out again. The service man who came to open my door at 3:00 in the night was happy in way that was partly irritating and partly funny. He knew that he had an absolute advantage.
“Let's see now, have we got the right key here...“ He tried three wrong ones.
“Oh, sorry, this should be it“.
“Have I got my glasses with me“. He tries to read the small text on my driver's license. Then, he slowly picks up his glasses from his chest pocket.“Aah, we're gonna sort this out after all“. You know, I was beginning to wonder. He must have played that scene a thousand times. And then this. “Your signature here... yes, thanks... and you can keep this [the receipt] as a memory“. Surely as funny this time (#1232) as it was ten years ago. I gave him a dry smile and thanked him.
I was complaining yesterday to Einar about how the contestants in the Eurovision completely managed to avoid showing any of the sympathetic sides of their characters, or to show any character at all. I sat there squirming my chair, blushing and frowning, until the Croatian contestant showed up. Boris feat. Lado members. He looked thoroughly sincere and very handsome, maybe a bit bookish. I have to say he looked rather tortured at some points. The music was kind of folky, but not in a hysteric way like the others were. The choir arrangements where truly delightful, although I must say I could have done without the monster drummer. How did he get in?
There where few acceptable participants other than Boris this year. I guess the ones from France, Switzerland (Vanilla Ninja, please) and Spain were okay. Maybe there was someone else, I don't remember. The rest could actually burn in hell.
written by Mattias