The Brakesman

From Upsala-Lenna

This weekend I went along with Dad on the Upsala-Lenna museum railway, to check on his examination as a brakesman. The job description is to engage or release the brakes according to the signals from the locomotive. This particular train does not have a system to control these brakes from the front, so two persons are required to do this; one in the middle and one in the end of the train.

Everything went smoothly and JC was passed. So, as soon as he´s fitted with the uniform (a cap), he is ready to serve aboard! (More pictures if you click the pic)

Magnus weds Susanna in Rasbo

From Magnus & Susannas Bröllop

Yesterday was the marriage of Susanna and Magnus, a long time friend of our family. The ceremony took place in a medieval church in Rasbo, a village north-east of Uppsala. It was a beautiful ceremony with music and recitation.

Magnus and Susanna met as performers in the musical "A Shoggoth on the Roof", which is based on stories by H. P. Lovecraft. In a very personalized sermon, this name was mentioned many times by the priest. She emphasized its two components "love" and "kraft" (Swedish for force). This and her other references to the world of Fantasy delighted the crowd.

The dinner was a lot of fun, and one of the few songs that were included in the booklet was "I Still Haven´t Found What I´m Looking For". This was a joking allusion to a wedding I attended last summer where, due to a misunderstanding, the newly wed almost made their sortie to this song.

All in all, a most memorable evening.

The Rockin' Bachelor Party

From Magnus Svensexa

This Saturday we threw our friend Magnus a bachelor party, with a KISS theme. He is an old fan of the hard rock band and didn´t blink when we put make-up on him and dressed him up like Paul Stanley, including glue-on chest hair. We toured the city with our reggae perfomance of KISS songs and were cheered on by many along the way. He was lifted up in the air by cheerleaders and beat us all in a Lasergame. The evening ended with a visit to Harry B James, a very loud rock club in Stockholm. I think my t-shirt said it all: "PURE ROCK FURY".