lost and found on a memory card

Found these the other day, from a familiar Rock not long ago.
Not the best of quality, but with the best of intent.

Got this from some of my dear Malta friends when moving in my apt here in Sthlm. Since late August, it’s been “a sleep”, which is perfectly normal with these ones, but the exact same morning I was taking off to Malta – badaboom badabing – blooming at its fullest.

That’s a bit weird..

Brunch Grand Style at Johansson/Nagy. Love you guys 🙂

Like it or not; Malta ain’t Malta without those intense Paceville nights out, with ex colleagues on the dancefloor and shot trays by the dozens (yep, that’s me getting a new one on the left).

..and finishing it (your pic, Ingela. Thanks.)

From the local supermarket. Swedish trade is doing well?

A view hard to beat. A view worthy a nice glass of red. A view from Grinnebacks.

Finally, I got a few hightened eyebrows, boarding the plane with no more carry-on than these.
So that’s what it’s like to be a rock hero. But plastic.

As for the English: Due to recent foreign requests, I’ll be more frequent on the English posts from here on, and Alison; stoked about seeing you too when the sun returns up here, and until then I’ll see it as my mission to educate you on what’s hot (or freezing cold) and not here in the Capital of Scandinavia.