Back in London. Tired with new bruises and mosquito bites. Yes, its been Midsummer again. This year we celebrated on the West coast. A bit fewer people, the same party and loads of Fireball. We danced around the pole, we ate sill and potato and we sang nubbe visor.
We also made a sketch to bamse, had secret guests in the form of Antonio and Anna, waited for 30 min in the rain for our boat, slept in a bunk bed (both Ol and me in the top one), drank cachaca, lost Robban for day 2, played a 2 hour music quiz (that everyone sucked at) and tried to survive drinking vodka redbull. Sometimes there are no winning.