End of an Era

Farewell, Norwegian newspaper Aftenposten’s English page. Farewell, tales of drunk elk attacking washing or walking through windows, the inadequacies of the Norwegian State Railways, the articles about oil that I always skip, annual First Snow Sparks Chaos (not just the UK),the landslides, the financial troubles at Hurtigruten, students getting drunk – again, state church angst, Nobel prizes, international peace efforts, occasional random violent crime, jumper-wearing royals. In some ways, it’s like a much bigger Craggy Island Times.

Most of all, though, I shall remember it for this headline: Animal Bordellos Draw Norwegians.

Grump. Weather

Given that I moan about never meeting new people (i.e. men), you'd have thought that nothing would have kept me away from the party I am supposed to be at this evening. Nothing but the fact that it is raining heavily, windy and cold, and my destination is an hour away, involving two buses and a walk in the middle, and I would spend as much time getting there and back as I would at my destination. Oh, and it's too far for a taxi.

This is ridiculous. I have a fortnight off work at Christmas, and will spend much of that at my parents' house. I think I may spend some of that time doing what I have oft talked of, and try to buy a car.