From Oslo City to Karl Johan

So instead of getting the tube out to the woods outside Oslo, to take some lovely pictures, I ended up meeting Maddie and Fay and later on Klara just so we could spend an hour and a half at Oslo Shitty(City).
I brought my dad's camera anyway and we ended up taking over a hundred pictures all the way from Oslo City to Karl Johan:D
I'm sorry if they come in a weird order, and fill the whole page, but I can't be bothered to fix it. I've been at it all morning:p

Porn... the funny way

I have no idea what this is, but it seems to be a very funny and quite on the edge Diesel commercial!
And please, try and ignore the other porn videos that appear after the clip;)

I dig the mustage on the guy in the end:p haha

Lazy morning

Gosh, this is such a great day full of progress and newfound knowledge!

Today I woke up and watched me some discovery channel(I thiiink) and they had this ultra-exiting programme about dreams and stuff that happens in our dreams while we sleep etc.

So I learnt lots of new things about sleeping today, which I would share with you, but the problem is I can't really remember them:p

After showering, and spending an hour in the bathroom fixing my hair for fun, I decided to come up with a new title for my blog:p I love those books!

But this exiting day doesn't end there! I just put on one of my dad's "old" Kinks records "Give The People What They Want", which is a really wicked record!!

Of course, since it came out in 1981, you can hear that they have been influenced by the music of those days.

You'll find tracks that resemble the Specials, and other ska bands and some tracks even sound a lot like XTC.

Wow....I love the Kinks! Not that many bands from the British Invasion managed to sound so youthful and raw in the eighties!

Awwell, guess all I can do is wait for a reunion(Come on!!!)

But I'll be leaving to meet my Maddie in a minute now:p

Sun is so sick of fashion!

I thought I'd update my blog with a facebook-style title;)
Anyways...
As much as I love reading fashion magazines and reading other blogs and getting inspiration from icons etc. I find myself getting shit bored with all this fashion talk all the time.
It seems like all you need to do to get people to dig your blog is to throw in a couple of pictures taken from any designer's runway and add a comment like: "Yeah, this is totally cool and innovative!".
My father keeps telling me to stop being such a critic, but I can't help it!!
Why don't people write about what they'll actually be wearing? And maybe a little more about their interests...
Oh great, I'm sounding like my bloody english teacher now... sorry.
Ahwell, people should write about what they want to;) Just my Jerkyll and Hyde personality kicking in:p

Another thing that annoys me in my carefree spoilt life is the New Facebook!!! GOD! I even tried to download all this rubbish to make it come back, and it worked for like five seconds, but once I tried to visit my friends profile it blocked me so...
I think I'll start using MySpace or something instead...

I'm going out now, to go elvelangs...like, along the river:p
Sometimes I love Oslo East and all it's events:D

British x-rated Movie

From the 60's that is, so don't get exited.

But it's really funny! About two years ago I saw a movie called The Best House In London on TCM. It's this (according to the standards of 1969) on the edge sexually centered movie about:(I can't be bothered to write a summary, so I'll let New York Times do their thing)

"In this British farce, the British Home Secretary satisfies the men of London by sanctioning a government-run brothel. This comedy chronicles what happens when secretary John Bird appoints Sir Francis Leybourne to run the place. Bird then has his lovely girlfriend Babbette act as the Madame. Sir Leybourne owns an opium plantation in India and one day goes there to see it. Unfortunately, he gets killed in an uprising, leaving his prim niece Josephine Pacefoot in charge of the cathouse. A staunch believer in social reform, she is quite sure what to do with the disreputable business. Leybourne's son has plenty of ideas too and wants the fortune and the bordello for himself. " Sir Leybourne's son and a woman I'm guessing is Babbette (those of you who have seen Blow Up, might recognise David Hemmings there;))

Sir Leybourne's son's unknown son(David Hemmings again!) at the headquarters of Josephine's feminist gang

Some parade against something...

I think this is at the brothel

Sir Leybourne's son and some girl(or maybe it's Josephine?)

All pictures are taken from http://www.moviegoods.com/movie_poster/best_house_in_london_1969.htm

Green Onions

I just watched Quadrophenia again for the... seventh time, and during one of those night club scenes, they play Booker T. & the MGS' Green Onions.

It's such a cool song, and it's been in so many movies such as Blues Brothers 2000, Get Shorty and American Graffiti.

The song was originally released in August 1962, and entered the Billboard Hot 100 in September, where it stayed for 16 weeks at number three.

The song is almost a legend, as it has been used in commercials in radio, Tv and film.

Here's a performance from 1966. Notice how the dancers aren't really keeping up with each other;) haha!

What a drag it is gettin' (the c)ooold!

For god's sake! I think I'm going to go mad any minute now!
All my friends are out partying, while I'm stuck here with a pizza, a stupid comedy show and mum on the other side of the sofa, 'cause she decided I was too sick to have any social life at all tonight.
And I've been inside since wednesday afternoon!
Did I mention I'm loosing it?
And now they're talking about the financial crisis on telly, and I really don't want to hear about it, 'cause it worries me. Not because I'm worried we'll be robbed of our rich, luxury lifes, up north, but because some people say "it's the end of the world as we know it".
But I don't want to worry! I want to be able to not give shit about it, and enjoy what I've got right here and now!
I worried during the terrorist attacks in London 2005, I worried when the Bird Flu was predicted to kill millions of people, I worried when I first understood what the global warming was all about, I worried when the war broke out in Georgia, and I stupidly worried when the Monday papers said the world might end on Wednesday because they were trying to recreate Big Bang(how did that experiment go anyway?).
All in all, there are so many things to worry about in the world, and usually they turn out fine... But not always.
Am I the only teenager who worries that much? Or do the other just hide it really well?
Who knows, maybe I'm hiding it very well too...
Anyways, my words for the day, highly affected by the fact that I haven't seen my friends for aaages....
'Till next time: Here's my favourite Monty Python skit!

Turdeluh!

Keith Moon(1946-1978)

I can't believe I missed this!

I have to post a little tribute to Keith Moon, the Who's first and best drummer!

7th of September this year marks the 30th anniversary of his death.

Keith Moon is considered one of the (quote) "greatest and most distinctive rock drummers of all time"(end quote).

Keith Moon was born in Webley, and lived there as a boy.

He was said to be very restless and hyperactive.

(Later in life, he would be known all over the world for his habit of trashing hotelrooms)

He had a hard time concentrating at school, and it seemed music was the only thing that could hold his attention.

Wikipedia has a very funny note no Moon's behaviour at school(quote): "his art teacher commented: 'Retarded artistically. Idiotic in other respects.'[2] Teacher Aaron Sofocleous praised his music skills and encouraged his chaotic style, even if one school report noted "He has great ability, but must guard against a tendency to show off."(end quote)

There are a lot of myths around Keith Moon. One of the most famous ones is the story about his 21 birthday, which was celebrated at The Holiday Inn(Flint, Michigan), where he allegedly drove a Cadillac into the Hotel's pool. This, and a lot of other incidents at Moon's birthday party, led to the group being banned both from The Holliday Inn and Flint for life.

Moon definetely set the standard for Sex and drugs And Rock n'Roll...

Well, you can read all about Keith Moon on Wikipedia, so I'll just post some pictures.

Keith Moon at 15

Some years later, after joining the Who

Keith in the(dare I say late) seventies.

The years in the Who changed Moon's appearance quite a lot from 1964 until his death in 1978.

But I don't think the picture at the right is as late as '78 though.

Keith was very fond of dressing up, however, I don't think he was into cross-dressing fo any kind. These pictures are funny anyway:)

So, that's my little tribute to my favourite drummer of all time!

I still haven't figured out if I would've liked to meet him or not though....