Lying in a bed at hospital awaiting surgery for the fracture in my shoulder. Unfortunately the clash of dates do mean that I miss the Master Class Tasting with Glen Farclas at Akkurat Whisky Club tonight.

Nothing to do.

Secondwise I try to figure out best way to go home from here this afternoon.

See what will become out of all of this. In best case I soon play guitar again.

Summer holidays over, yeah, that week was a quickie BUT I managed to visit places, travel some, see Iggy Pop, drink tremendois amounts of beer, spend more money than expected and ya, you know the drill… As being alone there is no meaning of taking long holidays, but next summer I aim to stay for a bit more than 37 hours at my family’s summer house. I can have longer stays over the weekends if the train times match job etc

So immediately I went back to have a AW at this Irish bar in the dirtiest part of Stockholms old town. I’m so blunted after all them years fighting injuries and handicaps and at the same time been the loneliest person you’ve heard of, so I even do become grumpy towards myself lately.