With the not anymore ´Me´... but with a ´We´and a Mr. T, the living arrangements has also changed. Each night has become a survival of the fittest to be able to not having to sleep on the floor but in the comfort of your own bed. During his 6 weeks in Dublin town, Mr. T has reminded me of my place as his bitch and I have accepted the fact that I´m absolutely and totally his bitch. I really thought I was the stricter "parent"... - "No, you can´t lie here", -"You lay there", - "I´M sleeping here"... This is what I should be saying, but instead I am now Tetris-ing myself around a 35x35 cm little flea every night to, Santa forbid, spare him the discomfort of waking up or having to move an inch at any given direction in a bed fit for 3 people. So, getting out of the darn thing after the logistics are somewhat in order, is something one must consider absolutely necessary to be worth while (Hello, Tena adult diaper!) Finding a sleeping position t...

Coming this January... 1,5 years of silence are finally over... 21st century Z-Rod Production proudly presents, a brand new episode of a brand new season of: Duchess of Dublin - Me, We & Mr. T. Whoopdidoodledoo, party, hurray... jump for joy or x-click tab for nay. When your life begins, it has begun and when my life began, that is when me, myself and I went our separate ways and the `M´ in `Me` got flipped upside down. There is now a `We`... and also... a Mr. T. There is a `He` in the `We` and that `He` is my hero, my partner, my best friend and my classical Ass-face in the glistening morning sun. Together we are Iron man and Batman (I am obvio Tony Stark with the big mouth and the kitten T-shirt) imposing our awesomenessness on the world... You are most welcome. As per process for an amaze-balls crew, an equally ballsy sidekick is needed. Presenting to you - Mr. T! Mr. T, or his given name within the circles of the Royal Canine Society (RCS): "His Lordship King ...

OMG!!! I can not believe it... " I want  to thank my mum and my dad" ( holding a multiple, tripple timed polished, "gold incrusted", Da Vinci code inspired V-shaped - "birthday award" cup/trophy.... ... and I am sobbing by the way...) " And everyone around me for making all of this possible!!!... " Eeeeehhh,,, no! It is not gonna be like that! 1 year... Sorry for the blog postal delay guys, buuuut... - Life began!  Later dudes!

Getting from point A to point B in this town without messing about with the other 27 letters ( I am counting the ampersand as well for the sake of being p.c) is close to impossible. Using public transport requires planning, math skills, a GPS and daily sacrifices to the gods... in my case, a promise of a big plate of cookies for Santa. To all my friends and foes in Stockholm - SL (Stockholm Local service) is a blessing from the skies compared to the circus going on over here... and I have to pay for this freak show, believe me you... 160€ a month, at least! My linguistic skills regarding swear words has without a doubt developed by 380000%. If I were to be the star of my very own reality show the entire thing would be one long bliiiiiiiiiiip! I will let go of some steam here, but somewhat censured for those sensitive eyes. These joy rides from hell starts off with 2 different apps - the LUAS (tram) app and the Dublin Bus app, both needed to plan a trip. This is where the...

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...

People! Carbon based life forms going from point A to point B during a life span of approximately 71.4 years. A fascinating specimen that has been probe worthy for aliens for decades (not a scientific fact). Even though the very thought of an alien existence scares the living crap out of me, we do share a common interest - ethnology! Being nosy and all up peoples personal space is insanely fun and for an actor it is a gold mine when it comes to creating a fictional creature to dress in for the stage. I find strangers spellbinding and a random weirdo approaching me from time to time (within a safe environment) has led to some amazing stories that I am going to share with you now. Los Angeles airport, 2012. I was traveling alone on my way back to Sweden and had sat down to grab some lunch before take off. While scouting the surrounding area for something to look at in lack of a tv, this Japanese, Men in Black suited, business man sits down next to me. There were no one else around ...