Delphic at Liverpool O2 Academy

At Christmas our really close friends E and L announced that some tickets are waiting us with our names on it. Also, this became the main impulse, why I booked my trip to Liverpool. Sometimes you need that little kick in the ass to start moving onwards. Oh, how I needed that kick. By the way, I had not been outside of Sweden since August, basically since I moved here. In Circus travel years it is like a century.

After we arrived in Liverpool, we hugged and straight away we started warming up for Delphic, which has iconic value among our group. 

Keep your friends close, in case of horny audience, who will rub against every body part you have:

First things first. The place, where we stayed after sitting for 6 hours on a bus. It felt so bright and lovely that I could swore I had died and gone to heaven:

If we would have been at a cinema queue in Estonia, we would have ordered Sõbra Combo for all:

When I moved to England in 2010, we all had the plan to go listen Delphic at London Warehouse Project. It somehow did not work out. We had the tickets and all, but only me, my Mister and Ella went instead, therefore this is something we had been waiting for a long time to happen:

Family portrait with a Furry Focker:

It is a scary world out there, thank God that the female part seems unintimidated by the fact:

operation K.E.L.K.:

Yo, nigga, hav ya seen ma lamp:

The joy of alcohol. And respect for those who can still smile without consuming it:

They have the legit drum kit, with their name on it, must. be. real. shit. :

Better having cheeks together, than rubbing your face against a computer screen.

# Long distant relationshit problems:

The amazing Four. My Mister is a little bit sleepy tho:

Dšešus!:

He got rubbed against and lost his concert double-Einar virginity:

He is so happy that we did not have protective ear-gear, therefore we could not hear anything afterwards. He in the other hand looked like a robot and was happy about it:

At the gym, 10 kilo bench press:

After we had an opportunity to let Delphic know what we thought about them. Youtube booth for the win:

Expected big crowds, but got a intimate taste of Delphic. Yummie:

The artist from Balti station:

Road-trip. Liverpool

Hello, greetings from England. 

I flew over last Tuesday, stayed in London (almost there, but not quite yet) for a few days and then took on a road trip across the country. The final destination was Liverpool, the place I am at the moment. 

My Mister, my friends, warm spring weather and cheap *insert something here*. It's good. It's grand.

More news after I return to Stockholm

Somewhere in the middle of England, between London and Liverpool:

To have my partner in crime with me is just everything I can ask for. I connected Ella with my friends in Liverpool, with Erik and Laura. As a result, I can just sit back and enjoy the natural flow: 

Fuck Lappis changed into Fuck my room

Our student housing is situated outside the usual commuter path and is not near university or the centre of the town,  therefore we are a little bit left out. Usually people party at Lappis, the biggest student housing here. It is near University and it has bedbugs problems, but that is not something to talk about right now. 

Last Friday we tried to get all some of those people to come here in Lidingö to "The Fuck Lappis" party. 100 people were supposedly attending on Facebook, and FB does not lie (or does it?). 

I was running around the house and did not take a lot of pictures. From those pictures that we did, it seems like I had a quiet time in my room. Ah, what you gonna do

Funeral:

Handicapped starfish:

A chairs is never to small for good friends:

Her lips are sealed about what happened that night, a good girl never tells:

My mother came to Sweden and brought me this. 

Thanks mama:

0.0002% of Estonians in the whole world:

Luciano's Birthday + Independence day of Nauru + Pizza

Last Monday our friends came back from Lapland and stayed in Stockholm before they returned to their home-countries. This meant that I had the honour and privilege to live together with Sven the whole week. Chinese food, good company and the shower being high up, because Sven is a bloody giant. 

On Thursday we celebrated Luciano's birthday, the Independence day of Nauru and Sven's last day in Sweden with a ridiculous load of pizzas. 

The long exposure makes grown-ups feel very happy and enthusiastic

"LIDINGÖ":

My new oven finally served us all very well

three and half delicious treats :

Fuck TV, this is way better:

Ladies love to mole a heart and then eat it afterwards:

Protecting the pizza so Chloe would not eat it before it reaches the table:

Eat art!:

Luciano is getting his birthday kisses:

 

 In food she trusts:

Poor students should not eat this fancy:

The Lidingö madness might be stupid and unreasonable when seen from outside, but fuck it, because the people here were one loco coco group-o:

We gave Luciano a Max burger and straw-glasses for his birthday.

Money well spent:

My dry period continues. Lemonade or one 2.5% beer (which in my home is considered water):

Camille, why did you not join us in August? U mad?:

When nobody's looking, he creeps towards women with a smirk on:

"Welcome to the best place on Earth. Skybar":

He has literally beer goggles:

After grand feast, one must hold itself together:

Could. not. stop. laughing.:

Scream and jump:

New neighbours entering the circle:

I entered my room to use the toilet, but this disco owl was there, so I peed on the floor:

Shake ya ass, watch yourself, shake ya ass, show me what you're working for:

This freaky Nutella lover and fox urinate hater is one of the most loveable guy on Earth. Ladies, he is a keeper!:

Nauru's anthem made us randy :

"Nauru 45! That awesome island in the Pacific!"

Aske joined us on Skype:

Luciano, bulululullululululblulullullulululululul:

Uros took the lights out, argh:

After everyone had left me; Sven, Luciano and Daniele made tea and discussed about everything. As Sven had to take the 7AM bus, we promised to stay up until then.:

4AM tea:

 After some time, I was way too pussy and fell asleep. Boys continued to talk, cook and listen to music, while I was purring in the corner. 

Before Sven left, I woke up, waved goodbye also cried a little. Then I thought about Feng Shui shitting (on which Sven is master about) and my mood was up again.

 Nobody canna cross it!

Copyright - Luciano and William.

Female celebration.

My grandfather gave me a mini-oven. The frying days are over. Welcome cookies, pizzas and cakes.

Female celebration.

The sky is brighter above Lidingö

As my new friend Camille has the Aske's key, which opens the rooftop door, we tested it out straight away. I have been up there a lot, but after housing office started to threaten our fun we pulled the break. 

-20. Smoking. Stars. Niggas on the roof.

 I feel bad for the people, who can't see the stars, because of light pollution.