The spud, the tater, the murphy, the pratie, the purdie and the more common name for it - potato or Solanum tuberosum if you want to be like that... We find many names for those we love. If I were to start my very own religion based on this starchy tuber I would become rich as hell, because my parish would have roughly 4,7 million members, and that is estimated for this republic alone. I thought the Swedish people consumed potatoes like there is no tomorrow with an average consumption of 50 kg/per/year... but over here it is consumed like there is not even going to be an afternoon, with 85 kg/per/year. Hash browns for breakfast, a bag of crisps with the sandwich at lunch and then dinner with mash, chips or crisps. Roasted, boiled, fried and baked... this little dirty delicious turd is being worshipped like the Kardashians with its very own website and a name giver of a freaking amusement park! I don´t think I can love this country more than I already do. So, what is the IT th...

Dear reader! You are hereby invited for a stroll around my hoods, my turf, to have a looksie on the Irish/Swedish suburban way of life and to take a small peek at "my" house. Due to three different mafia organisations back in Sweden that is determined to cash in some favours I promised them at some point like way back, I am restricted to and even more so reluctant to give away too much information about my whereabouts. All photos presented on this site may therefore be (or not) mirrored in an opposite manner and street numbers and addresses has been tampered with via a super sophisticated and impenetrable high tech system called Photoshop, so like don´t bother, ok?! Moving on... This little suburb of mine is called (in a fairytale language) Inse Chór: Island of Sheep . I can assure you that it is not even close to being an island, nor are there any sheep here, but that is just the kind of lies Wikipedia is telling me to feed you guys with. Anyway... what you will see n...