Excuse me, do you know the way to the ladies room ?

Well it's that time of the week again. Time for another piece of biting critiscism of the contemporary. "Hubris" ? Surely, you jest dear comrade.

Well since last my words graced your computer screen I have bene fraternising with freshmen at university, revisited friends lost to the alluring south and consuming way too much alcohol.

People anxious for recensions of say... restaurants, keep reading because I have some very important advice for you.

But I've been thinking about something, what's with people who say that they like Oasis ? In 2005 ? Is it irony ? I just don't get it...

So what's with this restaurant ? This happened on my way to Skåne to visit my friends there. I could spend hours coming up with suitable sarcasms for this joint, but I've realised that they're not even worthy of that. So without further ado: THE ROAD JOINT I VISITED CHARGED ME 92 CROWNS* FOR A BURGER WITH FRIES AND SODA, AND THE BURGER DIDN'T EVEN HAVE A TOMATO SLICE!!! Since I'm the slightly rebellious type (quit your laughing, dammit) I took 2 plates of salad from the free salad buffet. (I can still see you laughing). It took the rest of my entire trip and 2 schnapses to get me wound down again after this highway robbery.

Well, the morning after was of course an experience about as pleasant as a rootcanal done with radioactive waste. How come you never learn. We had breakfast with little conversation except for the occasional grunting and pointing in the direction of a desired breakfast food. The journey home was very quiet with three people sleeping in the backseat and two people nearly sleeping in the front seat. Yeah well I can't really answer for Marie-Louise, (the driver and saving godess of all things bright shiny and snuggly) but if it hadn't been for the music I would have fallen asleep too.

We made a stop at the road joint from hell on the way back too... I decided to take a leak. I walked over to the toilets, opened the door and went in and there I was met by a gaze that you would give someone that had just confessed to listening to spice girls. There stood a gorgeous girl that said those magic three words that you're just waiting to hear: "it's the ladies". As if this moment of insane humiliation wasn't enough for a poor guy, my brain made the dubious decision of not believing the girl. Instead it ceased control of my body (a brain ceasing control of its body, who would have thunk it ?) and made it walk out of the toilet to check the sign on the door. THEN, and here's when things go ugly, kids and sensitive readers consider yourselves warned, I decide to walk into the toilet again, to apologise or something. Not only has the handsome girl been joined by her equally handsome friend, Dude Dudeson that was also planning on relieving his bladder followed me inside. This time I did the right thing and fled, taking Dude with me. Dude never got the explanation that he surely felt the world (and I) owed him.

Thank you god for granting me a truly seinfeldian moment.

With that disturbing image I leave you dear reader.
Good night cyberspace, whereever you are.
*) Roughly 13 USdollars