Tuesday, March 21, 2006
I never thought I'd end up living in a country where choosing a coat isn't a fashion statement but a means of survival. Moving from the South of England to the North of Sweden wasn't exactly part of my life plan. But then something strange happened. I started liking it here....
- Name: Darren
- Location: Umeå, Sweden
I was offered a job as a cub reporter by a bloke in a pub when I was 18. After three years I realised that despite becoming a fully qualified journalist I only had the earning capacity of a one-armed window cleaner. So I changed to Public Relations. I still got to lie a lot, only I got paid more and the lunches were considerably longer. My life in England, it seemed, was going according to plan until I met Sara, a breathtaking vision from Sweden. Somehow she persuaded me to move to the top of Europe when it had always been my intention to live at the bottom of it. Then I had children......
- It’s Official – France Makes You Fat
- Seriously Sporty Swedes
- Sick of English
- 20 Minutes Ago
- What the Puck? Part 2
- What the Puck? Part 1
- A Bloke's Guide to Surviving Children
- A Day in the UK
- 6 Things you Never Knew About Sweden
- Sex Inspectors