Have just had a splendid hangover sunday that I finished off with Jonna & Malena, tea,
King Kong and
Howl's Moving Castle - an awesome combo of sentimental unhappy-ending action adventure VS weirdo fantastic sentimental happy-ending anime.
Yesterday was, as Leo already told you
in plain swedish -
masquerade night. I bought the worlds largest costume pants for 15€ from a drag queen, a couple of pilot-sunglasses and plugged in my headset, drank a couple of gin&tonic - and we were transformed into the
Secret Service. Or were we? We suddenly realized that the absence of white shirts & ties, plus wearing sneakers, made us look more like
Triple & Touch, the sweet göteborgian entertainment trio that turned duo after the fat guy turned Loket. I was
Ken Wennerholm.
It's a great feeling getting to scream at people / into a headset, in american, and trying to impose authority over man-size animals, people with electric glowing penises and... you know.
I add picture evidence to the casefile, including our phantom picture of
Lasse Kronér.
Top 3 things to find in an armchair:while looking for your keys dressed out as Ken Wennerholm- 5 DM & 40 pfennig
- One little scissor
- One big scissor
2 questions for the day: What is
triple? Who or what is
touch?
