Income disparities are rising, a disastrous process that has been going on for thirty years, more than in any other industrialised country, regardless of who’s been in government! Even as Sweden ranks among the world’s fastest growing economies, more people are homeless and jobless, without enough money or food for their children, or they’re wearing themselves out in low-paid manufacturing and manual jobs while a few others keep getting richer. Ha ha ha, this new world is completely mad! Politicians wanting hotel flings left and right.Īnd from more journalists asking How much of the book, and which episodes, are things you’ve experienced yourself? How would you describe yourself as a child? What was your childhood like? Is it true you picked up fag ends off the ground? Are you ashamed of having worked as a cleaner? What’s it like to be a Finnish immigrant? Can you speak proper Swedish? When and where did you last visit a sauna? What’s your favourite Finnish tango tune? I’ve cut you out of the morning paper and wrapped you round my warm ballsack. Yes, and then you can sit and write in my attic, and I can bring you some sandwiches and cookies when you get hungry… Pensioners who’ve gone soft in their pants and their heads. Professors who want to conduct research – of the physical sort – in their summer cottages. Psychologists who offer ‘free’ private therapy.Ĭheeky lads who are infatuated with Miira, the book’s main character. Priests who sermonise and want to save me with the Bible – not sure what from. Dads who cyber-flirt and tell me their sex fantasies. And from loads of journalists who want to know… things about me and my personal life. From young people wanting to write, with urgent stories to tell about us and our society. She totters up after the reading and hisses, “That was the most dreadful thing I’ve ever heard.”Ī storm breaks out and emails, texts, phone calls and voicemails flood in. Angry red patches have spread over the old guy’s neck, and the lady’s face is albino-white. Whoa, what a buzz to rage-read! I look back out at the audience. HIM: the snot-eating, manky-smelling, mealy yellow-toothed one. That was all he could say with his splintered mouth. Huora, homo ja paskapää – whore, faggot and shithead. Her arms rotated like little propellers, pummelling his shaven scalp, turning the pork underneath to mincemeat. Sitting straddled on his back, screaming ‘ SAATANAN SIKA’, fucking pig. Go out and stand in front of everybody? I’d rather not, bloody hell, look how many are staring at me! I open up my first book, No Child’s Land, as it slips in my slick hands, fill my lungs and read: One old guy in a beret, sitting in the front row with a posh lady. Collared pullovers and fancy cardigans, blouses and shiny scarves. I’m sweating like hell, but I’m up for it. Standing, waiting, vibrating, I’m about to do my first reading onstage. Guest Post by RiaG Polishaholic: OPI Liquid Sand N.Eija Hetekivi Olsson reflects on what it’s like to be a working class woman writer in Sweden’s middle class literary world Guest Post by MakeupWithdrawal: Papaya Punch & Bang Guest Post by Nail Polish Wars: Sunsational Syrup. Guest Post by ChrissyAi: "Turtle Shell" Nail Art +. Guest Post by Tales About Nails: Pyjama Dotticure Guest Post by Samarium's Swatches: Neon Watermarble Finally I added the OPI Matte topcoat :D I hope you like my take on a neon-bright funky-french manicure. I then added Cirque Electric Circus and Lush Lacquer Clowning Around to the tips. I started out by sponging KBShimmer Pink Twice on the tips of my nails. I created a fun and bright funky-french look. Two and a half years into blogging I still have many things to learn, but I hope you will like today's post :D Long story short, I am beyond words honored to be here. When Kellie started following me on Twitter I nearly passed out with excitement, and her request for me to put together a guest post (I will unabashedly admit) made me squeal with delight! well, I sure remember my first influences when I was a "blogging baby" 2.5 years ago- and Kellie was a MAJOR one of them! Still wet behind the ears, new to manicure cleanup, proper lighting etc, Kellie's blog was like a magical world of perfection to me! I would literally sit in awe and amazement at her swatches. Let me start by asking you this: "don't you ever wish that you could remember some of the earliest events from when you were a baby? The first moments, your first influences?". My name is Marta and I run a Canadian nail-art blog called ChitChat Nails.
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