I’m raping Ian Dowie’s famous phrase for the sake of a very cool title. Hopefully he won’t take offence at this evil deed and rather see the purpose with taking his football-phrase and giving it a new meaning. The last week has gone by without much Lotta-ference (a.k.a. I haven’t had the chance to pester you with my opinions and what not). I’m sure that it’s been dreadfully dreary and that you’re all looking forward to my comeback. I’m coming back from my trip, and, no; not an acid trip or something equally ill-considered, but my Big-Cities-Tour-de-Force. The streets of Trondheim and Oslo will never be the same again after I was there, blessing them with my presence. It’ll be like summer came and went and everyone kept wearing their winter clothing, blissfully unaware of their surroundings.

But now I’m back and I’m ready to rumble. I’ve loaded up on books, TV-shows and cultural events and I’m ready to share the wealth with you very soon. I confess I could write one very long and eventually boring post which dealt with every aspect of the trip. This course of action would at least point out the most efficient way - so I’m leaning against it. The comeback posts will consists of these themes and they will hopefully be posted sooner than later. I will not rest till you have the full account of my journey (This is an overstatement, but it gets my point across).

To sum up: Lot’s of goodness awaits Thee, including Shakespearian Slaughter, Bendable Buffy, and Books in Plenty.