Ah, Östergötland. Sweet Swedish cities with names ending with - köping. We went to Linköping and Norrköping to play on Thursday and Friday.

THE HELLO SAFERIDE ÖSTERGÖTLAND AWARDS FOR BEST...

...QUOTE:
Man in Linköping who recommended we'd go to a place called Palace in Norrköping. Why? (sorry, impossible to translate) "Det är en köttmarknad. Det är garanti på patt."

...BEFORE PLAYING-ACTIVITY
Bowling in Norrköping. All restaurants should have an alley with disco bowling. We were supposed to have a Bowling Battle of the Bands with Tiger Lou but they were so good we chickened out.

...SKIN ENCHANTER
We spent almost two hours in a sauna in Norrköping. Came out with rosy cheeks, we did. (Why is Yoda writing this all of a sudden?)

...AUDIENCE
Thank you, Linköping, you were incredibly awesome. A lot of weird things happened to us on stage (you couldn't hear several of the instruments, I played a song in the wrong key so the rest of the band had to improvise and follow me, my stommac having some kind of an emotional breakdown) but you were just so nice and cheerful it still felt like one of the best gigs we've done.

...EARS
Pretty drunk guy who thanked us for our stunning rendition of I don't sleep well in Linköping. Only problem is, we never played I don't sleep well

...LOUDEST PEE-ERS
We stayed at a hotel in Linköping with walls as thick as a stamp. Maia and me had the room next to the bathroom. All the business men in the corridor felt like taking a whizz every 20 seconds, or so. To paraphrase myself: I didn't sleep well

...ARRANGERS
Thank you so much, Herrgårn in Linköping as well as Hugos in Norrköping, we had such a good time

PS. To everyone who's asked: here are the lyrics to Last Bitter Song. Not sure if I'll ever record it, though.

now, this
will be the last bitter song
will be my last, real bitter song
about you

from now on, I'll write about flowers and butterflies
chickens and kittens... and shit,
from now on, I'll try to look myself straight in the face,
from now on, I'll try to find someone who knows I exist

so I don't have to feel like I do
when I write my bitter songs
this is my last real bitter song
about you

I won't have to mention she was blonde and thin,
with a peanut for brain,
and volleyballs for chest
I won't have to mention that's always what happens:
when you leave him your key
he ends up having sex in your apartment with miss non-bitterness

so this
will be the last bitter song
I'm feeling cheerful already
I'd like to break his neck (if I may, if I may)
but most,
I'd like to cut off that head
and cut off that hair
and cut off those volleyballs
and I hope she gets her heart broken
and I hope she turns bitter,
really really bitter,
like me.