Well, I ve got some bad news for everybody.

Especially for Marie and Gulli, who like to call me up whenever they re drunk, it ll probably hurt a great to deal to learn that my phone was stolen.
It s more than a month ago now, and I haven t heard anything from the Police, so the f****** bastard, who stole it, probably threw it away, when he realised he didn t have a charger for it.

Besides from all the numbers I ve lost, (and some of them were yours) I ve also lost my own, which means that for the last month I ve probably missed out on one or two lame jokes in Danish, that Gulli likes to send.
Unlike people who send E-mails or postcards, that man has extraordinarily weird methods of communicating.
My new number is (354)6633190 in case you wanna know.

I was lucky enough to find a used phone that went out of production sometime in the year 2000 that I bought as a replacement.
It s got the tiniest little black and white display, no MMS, no polyphonic ring tones, no camera and no idiotic extra functions like the ability to synchronize with portable computers, faxes or refrigerators. I absolutely love it!

I actually bought it in Denmark when I was there a couple of weeks ago, which was nice, and shortly before then I got a new apartment that I like very much.
But that kinda thing probably hasn t got your interest.
(Whereas you probably think about my phone every day)

Also, when I was out, I applied to a school in Copenhagen, to get started on becoming a cook or a chef or whatever. With a little luck, I ll start school in July, so I probably won t be going to Bifröst this year. Sorry.
And by the way, Suvi, I actually made a big effort not to be a totally drunk ass at Bifröst. Besides from being offended, (and yet, mysteriously enough, a bit proud of myself) I think I actually only misstepped myself when I tried to keep up with Pekka. The real problem is that he drinks much, much more than I do.
Emil