Losing your teeth  -  feeling of powerlessness and loss of control, losing something, like a job or a relationship. Your are naked in public  - a fear of being found out and exposed over your activities or feel that someone is misjudging you. Drowning  - fear of  being overwhelmed by your worries and emotions, struggling with something in your personal or professional life, having a conflict with someone or fighting for your own survival. Dreams, or head movies, are for some a means by which the brain processes emotions, memories and information that has been absorbed throughout the waking day. For others, they have a deeper meaning, a sign or a premonition of something that is to happen and some wake up with no memory of dreaming at all. I rarely dream, but when I do it is usually the same one. The top three mentioned are a few of the most common dreams but the one I have when I am not awake is being chased - by dinosaurs... specifically Velociraptors....

HONEY BUNNY Any of you fuckin´ pricks move and I´ll execute every mother fuckin´ last one of you! Finding a job you are good at or really like can happen during all stages of life. My grandfather knew when he was 5 that he would become a priest, whilst I have no clue what I am going to be when I grow up... most likely I will become a unicorn... when reversed rhinoplasty has been invented and perfected. Thanks to my encounter nr. 2, I got to hear the absolute true story about a man who found his calling mid-life and changed history forever. Nowhere but in a taxi can one (a.k.a me) hear these kind of best sellers - ear candy bubblegum, with a swirl of danger! My taxi driver Patrick asks me where I am from... - "Sweden, yeah?... Well let me tell you a story about my friend who moved to Sweden..." Let me take you back to the 80´s, a decade of recession, unemployment and emigration in Ireland... and an era of people looking like this: Patri...

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...