This is the sort of memento one can end up with when looking after an Italian band with a penchant for the film The Wicker Man and a certain Superfritz reserves a table at one of Oslo's most pleasant eateries.
Sometimes, life truly feels a little magical.
And we couldn't resist sharing this little picture of two esotericists enjoying the ultimate earthly pleasure, namely a flaming volcano drink at Oslo's rather decent Tiki bar.
Wednesday, 7 July 2010
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You let Italians into Norway? It's the beginning of the end....
ReplyDeletein our defense, we shipped them right back to Dago-land the moment they'd done their job. Which they did rather well, I must admit. I guess these Mediterranean types aren't all bad.
ReplyDelete1. They came voluntarily. (V) - They would have played for free
ReplyDelete2. They represent the king (V) - They were way above us common guests.
3. They were virgins. (X) - Nah. don't think so.
Thus, We had to let them go home, crops or no crops....