Evening Europe.
Currently out on the balcony of our fabulous apartment atop a slag heap in Nacka, we’re debating how the day has gone. And what a day it has been.
Firstly, you can’t buy anything here with actual money. It’s all cards – which is a bit of a fuck when you are trying to buy, oh I dunno, a Train ticket or a bus ticket…. but I digress.
Cheese has been bought, and lovely cheese it is too! – Drink is flowing and we’re very much doing ok. Props to Air France for being very very entertaining on the flight out (you did have to be there but, suffice to say, they had the most entertaining cabin crew). Props also go to the accreditation staff in Globen who, despite the things they have had to put up with today, plasticed up 4 of us in no time at all. Sadly the press centre isnt open until 0900 tomorrow morning but thats all OK.
Talking of rehearsals, we’re gonna start at 10am and it follows the published schedule so expect to be spammed all over the shop and read the usual crap!
Cheese ready??