A long day of stress followed by a delicious dinner at rolf´s kök made the hour rather late and my chances of beating the darkness back to my hideout on the insland were slim. Fortunately a good friend is the type that is always there for you and so Björn took me under his wing and laid me to rest on his sofa pillows on the floor, once again... I brought with me pair of unigue goodyear welted calf skin derby´s from gram for him (actually the only ones in existence) and it seemed a fair deal.
The next morning I knew I had to make a snap decision; head off to Gothenburg as planned and booked, but without a change of clothes or even a toothbrush stroke across my teeth, or postpone the meeting with Velour and opt for the more civilized approach of actually showing up 1 day later in fresh clothes and at leat somewhat prepared with notebook in hand... An hour later I boarded the X2000 train bound for Gothenburg, "never put off that which you can do today", the words of my mother echoed in my head...
X2000
As I swerved and veered my way down towards Gothenburg, cradled in the gentle swinging motion of the X2 cabin I started reading the pocket book I´d picked up at the station. Låt den rätte komma in, or let the right one enter (not right as in right and left, but as in correct), I had wanted to read it for some time but never gotten around to it, a vampire story set against the dismal backdrop of the concrete suburbs west of Stockholm. It´s now almost finished, amazing book, please read.
While on the train my good friend Annika Berger from Skyward suddenly called me,
SKYWARD
which was odd indeed since I was on my way to Gothenburg, and she lives there... Had someone tipped her off..? Apprently it was all some immensly fateful coincidence and I rebooked my meeting to have lunch and catch up. She gave me indian food and finished me off with a chocolate powder coated cappo at some random café on Linnégatan.
For some reason all the girls in Gothenburg, or at least around Linnégatan and tredje, fjärde and whateverelse långgatan all look extremely laid back and gorgeous in their washed blue attire. Actually a lot like this girl from our Kleerup party the other week
GOTHENBURG LOOK
Time was up, and my coffee finished. Annika counted the crossing streets and headed off back the way we´d come, we turned in Tredje långgatan and she stopped half way down the street and pointed across it at a small sign on the brick wall: Velour
I was 1 minute early for my meeting. Hugged Annika goodbye, thanked her for taking so good care of me and slipped inside the heavy metal door to their office...
