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Pirate's Log

Well, the problem is this: once I've sorting out the teething problems, what should I call my brilliant new game? The crew are all plumping for 'Pop Up Pirate'. But I tend to favour 'Lucky Stab Game'. Or even 'Lucky Stab Dan Hicks Through His Scrawny Neck What Was That Spanish Princess Thinking Getting It Together With Him Game'. Will I ever get a rest from this kind of terrible responsibility?
Raargh! The Pirate Captain has a weblog!

How on earth did I miss it?

On Holiday!

Bergen wet but good, much reindeer, back Friday.

First Misadventure With the Law

I started the process of applying for my Norwegian Person Number today.

You need one to apply for a Norwegian passport.

You need a Norwegian Passport to apply for one.

It looks like they may accept copies of my birth certificate and citizenship certificate. But only if certified by a Norwegian Notary.

So I went (to the solicitors of fish - Donne Mileham & Haddock) as advised.

And I got them.

£55.

Ouch.

For two signed photocopies after a two minute meeting.

I even made the photocopies myself.

Law costs.

But, to his credit, he said I could come back for free if it didn't work.

Counting down the seconds

Less than 48 hours until I'm in the flat in Bergen. Feeling short of sleep, short of time and badly short of useful things like money or an E111... (They gave me the forms at the end of the month, then said they weren't valid a week later...)

Tired.

I'm cancelling games of MJ, almost cancelling gigs, and leaving everywhere* early. But the work continues.

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* Being at least one birthday party and one toga party.

Urban Film Menace

Last night i got paid in diet Mountain Dew to watch a film so bad it almost beat Sleepaway Camp for sheer pain.

Good night that.

Things To Remember

* Young ladies who feel uneasy should always act on their feelings. If in your good opinion you fear some young man (however handsome, rich, and well-spoken) is some rake, depend upon it: He’s a rake. Rakes will protest that you have them all wrong. They’ll be fibbing. Never go anywhere with a rake, particularly to isolated spots. See above: Doleful Ghost.
* If you are a young lady and someone arrives to tell you that your boyfriend was slain on a foreign battlefield, take it with a grain of salt. Especially if you’re carrying a broken token.
* If a former significant other turns up unexpectedly after a long absence, don’t throw yourself into his/her arms right away.
* That goes double if they refuse to eat anything.
* Triple if they turn up at night and want you to leave with them immediately.

Things I’ve learned from British folk ballads (via the ever-lovely Boynton)

Boring Idyll-ness

I had just asked him why his party was trailing in the opinion polls a few days ahead of the general election here, when everything in this country is going so well.
His blue eyes searched the cloudless sky for a possible answer.
"Unemployment is low," I prompted him, "interest rates are at a record low, the UN keeps telling us we live in the best country in the world. Yet people say they want the Labour party back in power?"
When the heavens failed to provide him with an adequate answer, he looked back down, shrugged his shoulders and said: "Well, maybe people just want a change."
I do not think anyone can possibly understand how boring a general election in the world's best country really is.

Norway's formula for a happy life (sent to me Hecticjames)

Everything is now starting to rush up as the countdown to travelling to Norway begins... 6 days left...

All Hot (Brighton) Air

Went to the air guitar session night last night.

I came third due to my nifty arm rotating action. Second place went to Ed. First place went to 'The Man in Black' (who had even brought his own CD).

Of course, this is because there were only the three patrons there. Everyone else was staff.

Hoping and Praying

And the light from the candle goes dim
As I slip deeper down from the brim
The people are fading away
As I slip into colours then ten shades of grey
If I don’t last this one tell them when I’ve gone
That playing with you was incredible fun
-- Terrorvision — Ten Shades of Grey

3-way Chess

In the immortal words of Beanpole: "Man made this."