Day 2803 - The Toarp Crown (Toarpskronan)

I've just been on a weird research journey that I thought I'd share. After eating my waffles (today is waffle day) and sending some pics of the waffles and the Easter decorations I put out, someone in England asked me if I could get them "one of those candle holders", namely this one:

This strange black contraption is made of pointy, jagged, metal, and when you see it without any candles or chicks or little figures it looks a little bit like a torture device: 

I picked it out from a house full of things that my boyfriend's grandparents had in a cabin that we had to clear. The reason I liked it was because it came with three sets of little figurines that you can swap out for different seasonal celebrations, and I am definitely a fan of kitchy yet practical, cutesy yet odd, household items. Nobody else wanted it... And indeed once we had it at home, any Swedish visitors would remark "oh you've got one of those. My grandparents had one" which essentially means it's an old, unpopular, forgotten-about, out-of-fashion bit of tat, which just makes me like it even more. 

Anyway back to being asked whether I could buy one. How do you search for such an item? I did various Google searches in Swedish on the theme of "black metal candle holder easter christmas midsummer"  which didn't help. On Tradera (the Swedish version of ebay) one person was selling a modified version of it, but they didn't have a name for it, they called it a candle crown and they didn't have any different sets of figures. It was only once I started to look for replacement sets of figurines that I came accross the name - Toarpskronan - and made the wallet endangering discovery that the company Kinnox still distribute these crowns and little sets of figurines for every conceivable occasion! 

According to Kinnox, the crown candle holder was first made by Per Persson, if a name could get more Swedish, in the town of Toarp in the 1800s. It was designed to be a replica of the crown that many Swedish kings and queens wore ceremonially as a lucky power-giving item (see the whole story here). 

It would literally put Toarp on the map, if people only knew that the bloody thing was called a Toarpskrona! The crown is used as a claim to fame for Toarp parish:

And might be, at least according to me, the most important item in the very small and very easily missed Museum of Borås. They whip out the crown on special (non-covid) occasions, and invite the public to dress it with accessories. 

 

That was my weird journey for today, thanks for coming with me. I'll see you in Borås for a bit of crown dressing!

Day 2785: I'm so done with this Corona bollocks

There's an old adage that says "if you haven't got anything nice to say, don't say anything at all". But if I followed that rule I wouldn't have said a good seven tenths of the things I've ever said, and a good nine tenths of the things I've ever written. 

The only thing I've said about Corona on this blog is that people hoarded stuff way back last year (my god, that time span. Depressing.) at the beginning of the pandemic. I think I, like many others, was just hoping the whole thing would go away and I could go back to thinking about other things. But it's not going away. And I'm not thinking about other things - well I am, but Corona always crops up in there somewhere. 

If your life is based in a single place, your family and friends are in that place, your job is there, and your hobbies too, then your life became complicated in the sense that you were restricted from engaging in your usual routines and social habits. You probably have some kind of resentment (even though there's nowhere to direct it really unless you have a punching bag with an anthropomorphised corona face stuck to it, or one of the world's worryingly more common authoritarian governments) about losing out on a year of your life that you planned to use to greater effect. 

 

If your life is based in more than one place, that is to say your family, your friends, your job or your hobbies are not within reasonable range of your residence, then this year became fundamentally, world shatteringly more complicated. The situation may even have made you question the whole foundation of why you moved, and ended up living in what is possibly one of the world's most boring, antisocial, cold, quietly self aggrandising, disappointing, overrated and dark places in the world. Yes, I may have crashed out of the hypothetical there somewhat. 

Doubtlessly, life is miserable the world over thanks to Covid, and it is foolish to blame all negativity on any one place. The grass is always greener. A nasty side effect of moving from your home is that you forever wonder whether life is shit because life is shit, or because life HERE is shit, but if you were THERE it would be better. If you live in one place and one place only, you know for sure that life is just shit, you don't have this nagging pull at the back of your mind that you are much better suited to life elsewhere (though let's be honest we're all better suited to life on an environmentally friendly, politically autonomous, fully catered, private equatorial island). 

If half of your spiritual self is in one place, the other half is elsewhere, and a pandemic prevents you from uniting the two... well. You're basically living in a perpetual state of colossal FOMO, a self-developmental limbo, impostor-syndrome autopilot, in which you try to act like you're living your best life in Sweden even though you hate minus temperatures, you don't own a holiday cottage with a bit of land, you've never been, or wanted to go, skiing, you have no intention of queueing in the snow to use a virus ridden gym, you don't suddenly feel the need to contribute to an ongoing housing sales boom, there really is no need for you to get a dog just because everyone else seems to be getting one and above all else you absolutely, under no circumstances, will watch mello or any of the other drivel that this country calls television. 

"But there's no lockdown in Sweden!" I hear you cry. I can tell you now, hand on heart, that pubs being open until 8pm for people who sit in groups of maximum 4 people drinking beers at 8 quid after sitting at home on the computer for ten hours of the day really doesn't compensate for having the slimmest opportunity to leave this place and be with old friends and family that you havent seen for months and months. Worse still, that gnawing guilt you had about all the air travel your lifestyle required is now multiplied tenfold by the knowledge that everyone will be jetsetting all over the place when the time comes for holidays to be on the cards. Do you really want to be a part of that gas guzzling, carbon monoxide spewing, consumerist frenzy? Is there any choice in the matter?

Answers on a postcard.

Day 2734 - Post Brexit Post

I travelled from the UK to Sweden on the 4th January, having turned off roaming on my Swedish SIM at the stroke of midnight of the New Year like some kind of digital Cinderella who didn't want to pay excessive charges to her telephone fairy godmother. 

The truth is so many small kinks in the fabric of British/Swedish life have yet to be ironed out that it is anybody's guess what will happen with phone charges. The latest new feature of the post-Brexit life is the slowness of post between two countries, a post system that used to be so breathtakingly efficient that sometimes I would recieve post within 24 hours of somebody sending it with normal postage prices. Now post sits for a week at the least in a customs depot somewhere. 

Brexit effects have not been cataclysmic so far...can I expect a death by a thousand cuts type scenario where myriad bureaucratic processes become slower and red-tape-ier in turn, or should I be lulled into a sense of security? 

 

Day 2480: Peas halp!

When you learn a new language as an adult, it is extremely likely that you will never be as confident in this new language as you are in your mother tongue. That is why I felt very under confident reporting to my friend that "ärter" is not the plural of "pea" in Swedish, because "artor" is the plural.

Or is it?

What do you say?

Day 2425: How to hoard like a Swede

Last week was all about mocking the Australians because they were hoarding toilet paper.
Well.
This week was all about imitating the Australians and hoarding toilet paper.

This week was also all about learning the Swedish verb "to hamster" (att hamstra) which means to hoard things, although you (hopefully) don't have to stuff them in your cheeks. I went on a photographic tour of my local supermarket to document the things which Stockholmers consider hamsterable. How do they compare with your local supermarket?

1.TUNA
Pros: Keeps for ages and is good protein. Cons: Too much of it will give you mercury poisoning.

2. CANNED SAUSAGES AND RAVIOLI
Pros: Canned goods can be hamstered for eons. Cons: Canned ravioli and sausage. Do I really have to spell out the cons for you?

3. MOZZARELLA AND PARMESAN
Pros: Italy is on lockdown so when are we gunna get more? Cons: You're so fucked in an apocalypse if you can't live without a bit of melty cheese.

4. BEEF OF VARIOUS KINDS
Pros: Can be frozen, so you can eke out your high carbon, rainforest destroying existence for slightly longer. Plus it has that whole manliness thing going for it. Cons: Literally any other meat or soya product is less soul and/or planet destroying.

4.5 BUT ONLY IF IT IS MINCED
Pros: Make the burgers. Cons: SLAB of beef? What is this SLAB you speak of? No SLAB only MINCE.  There will be no SLAB in the apocalypse.

4.5.1 BLOOD PUDDING
Pros: I just...I don't even know, man. This is a cultural aspect of Sweden that I have not engaged with. Cons: It's a pudding made of blood. And they store it next to the cheesecake, which is a less desired apocalypse food.

5. FUCKING CARROTS
Pros: Beta Carotene. Cons: Why are you hoarding this? Super easy to grow yourself. Plus they're from FUCKING SWEDEN so there's like, 0 chance they will be blockaded/banned/taboo.

6. NOT CARROTS IN A BAG. OR AVOCADOS.
Pros: There are no pros here. You're all idiots. You only hoard if you have to pack the item yourself, or if it is ready to eat today. You won't even hoard it if it keeps for slightly longer and is clearly on sale. Nonsense.

7. GINGER
Pros: Immuno booster. I see why you all hamstered this. Cons: At 6 quid a kilo this is some serious middle class hamstering.

8. LEMONS
Pros: Together with that ginger you're basically immune to corona virus. Cons: Bit sour.

9. NOT YOU LIMES, FUCK OFF.
Pros: More for me. Cons: I dunno, y'all hate green or summat?

10.BAG OF LETTUCE
Pros: CLEARLY healthier than limes. Cons: Lasts about 5 minutes after you open the bag. A very poor choice for the long term apocalypse.

11. DRY PASTA, RICE, BULGUR, COUSCOUS, SPAGHETTI...
Pros: Bolognese for dayzzzz. Cons: This aisle was devastated. I have lost all faith in humanity.

11.5. KETCHUP
Pros: There's plenty of non-Heinz left. Cons: Swedish people eat Ketchup on pasta. Whatever shred of faith in humanity you had, it's gone now, hasn't it?

12. FRESH PASTA
Pros: You can buy it when all the dry pasta has been hamstered. Cons: At this point, everything is a con. Especially considering....

...13. FRESH SPINACH PASTA
Plenty of that. Hamstering is a very trend specific hobby.

14.BREAD BREAD BREAD BREAD BREAD
Pros: BREAD BREAD BREAD BREAD Cons: BREAD BREAD BREAD BREAD
You hear corona zombies in the distance, what is that they are braying after? BREAD BREAD BREAD.

15.POOR QUALITY CINNAMON BUNS
Pros: When all the good quality buns are gone, these ones will outlast even your last born children. Cons: They taste mostly of additives so that they can outlast even your last born children.

16. SHIT CAVIAR IN A TUBE
Pros: Salty. Cons: Fish eggs in a tube. Just....okay. I have a Swedish passport but I am clearly not Swedish because ... I don't get it.

16.5 GOOD QUALITY CAVIAR
Pros: Is fine people, plenty of it.Cons: Where's that facepalm emoji when you need it...

17.NESCAFE INSTANT COFFEE
Pros: Now when Swedes tell you that they are the foremost nation of coffee drinkers you can point out that, when shit hits the fan, they are actually the foremost nation of shit instant granules.
Cons: If you are a Swede who hamsters Nescafe then you have some reflecting to do.

18. CHEESE PUFFS
Pros: If corona has taught us something about Sweden, it is that they are serious about their cheese. Cons: If you eat just one of these puffs, you will in fact have to consume the whole bag. Not a sustainable hamstering choice. 

19. VANILLA YOGHURT
Pros: Er...It has vanilla in it? Cons: I don't understand why this one yoghurt trumps all the other yoghurts?

20.HICKORY BBQ SAUCE
Pros: Again.....the specific flavour. Cons: Hickory will forever be the flavour of the corona shutdown, eating hickory at any later date will transport you back to this terrible time of depression and desolation.

21.SALT
Pros: A good apocalypse choice, we can't live without salt! Cons: A box of salt lasts for literally years. How long do people think they are going to be in corona isolation?!

22. BROCCOLI
can fuck right off. 

Day 2392: Make like a tree and leave

Christmas was 47 days ago but people are still recycling their trees. And not just a few people, no, there must be a lot of people keeping their trees well into February because:
1. Demand for tree recycling points is high enough that the council has kept doing the clearing rounds 6 weeks after Christmas.
2. There are consistently piles of trees at these points.
3. Some roads are still covered in pine needles and smell like Christmas trees.

If there are still lots of people recycling trees, then there must also be a significant number of people who still have the trees at home somewhere. Like my neighbor...

I thought my neighbor might have forgotten that they even have a tree, because they threw it outside at the beginning of January, still with the lights on. Then it fell over mid January and nobody picked it up. But I can see now there are no lights on it any more, so there is a very slow, glacial even, cleaning process going on here. Maybe they will recycle it in March.

I was taught that it is bad luck to keep Christmas decorations around after the 6th January. Also, trees shed their needles everywhere after a while, so why keep them around? This tree hoarding behaviour just adds further evidence to my mounting case that Swedish people are extremely image conscious, projecting an outward appearance of being sleek, tidy, well designed, organised and clean while secretly hoarding old christmas trees and god only knows what else in their houses. No wonder nobody wants to invite you round for dinner, they've probably got several month's worth of crap built up that they can't be bothered to take away.

Day 2366: Are police even police if they don't police?

Yesterday, two massive explosions ripped through occupied buildings in Uppsala and Stockholm, the former in a night club and the latter in a fully occupied apartment block. These explosions miraculously did not kill anyone, but they did blow out all the glass in the area and give all the inhabitants an understandable shock. Explosions are currently a popular tactic with criminal gangs, last year in Sweden there were over 100 explosions in inhabited areas. These explosions are so common that the Swedish police were forced in November last year to begin "Operation Rimfrost" which focuses specifically on criminal gangs blowing shit up.

https://www.svd.se/kraftig-explosion-i-stockholm-asn8

I have absolutely no doubt whatsoever that there are criminal gangs up to no good in England, but I am pretty sure if they blew up occupied buildings on a regular basis for several years there would be 1) a national emergency 2) a media shitstorm 3) protests 4) the intelligence service raining down hell. Or, at the VERY LEAST 5) people talking about it and being concerned. Are any of these things happening in Sweden? No. "Big fat explosion in central Stockholm and another one in Uppsala" is not front page news today, despite happening just yesterday. Nobody at work was talking about it. Among friends and family, the most reaction I've had is a raised eyebrow and a concerned tut.

Why there isn't national outrage over gangs using explosions on citizens as a casual form of revenge? The nation is sticking its head in the ground and pretending nothing is happening! How has Sweden become a place where explosions are so everyday that society hardly bats an eyelid? I mean really, what the actual fuck? I hate to use the phrase "wake up sheeple" but....wake up sheeple! Just because this shit is being downplayed in the media, doesn't make it no deal. It's a deal. It's a very big deal! "Operation Rimfrost" was only brought into action after nearly a hundred incidents, and even now, if you read what it says on the police website, they are promising that their efforts "are going to have effects". Not that their efforts are already doing something, no, they are PLANNING on doing something, soon. The last time I called the police was in December about a break-in. It took them 8 minutes to connect me to a switchboard and more than an hour to dispatch a car, which arrived way after the intruder had left and driven by two officers who had not been given the description of said intruder.  I teach CHILDREN more effective than that! Are there monkeys working in the police station?

https://xkcd.com/1013/

Day 2303: Bus Bag Bastards

A typical Stockholm commute would not be complete without a fellow passenger taking up an extra seat on the bus or train with their bag, leg or other general item/body part. Another favourite strategy, unfortunately not captured in my picture but happening accross the aisle, is to sit in the aisle seat so that the window seat is left free.

I'm long finished complaining about people who take up two seats - I'm from London. I did not arrive late to the selfish passenger party, I was born in it. I'm from that hardy race of commuters who sees a bag or overextended limb as an invitiation to confrontation. No wait, that's wrong. Most Londoners won't even confront you about moving an offending item any more, they'll just sit on it.

Which is why I am not frustrated that the woman in the picture above has her bag on the seat. Instead I want to know where the COJONES, the BALLS, the GRIT, the INTREPIDITY of the many standing passengers is to be found?! I know they wanted to sit, they were giving "the look" to the woman and her bag. Looks 👏 won't 👏 get 👏 you 👏 a 👏 seat.

Judging by her accent, the bag lady was NOT Swedish. For all I know she was from London, just like me. She was capitalising on the native aversion to just fucking TAKING the seat which is PAID for. Swedes - we foreigners are PLAYING you in your own system. Do not be afraid to sit on a bag, loudly state that you are going to park your rumpa, or stride awkwardly and determindly over some knees to get the window seat. I know from sharing other public spaces with you that y'all are masters of the barge and the invasion of personal space, so why do these skills MAGICALLY DISAPPEAR on the bus? Seats are there, GET SOME.

And while we are at it, GÅ LÄNGRE FRAM I BUSSEN FÖR FAN.

Day 2281: Not tonight, I've got raw balls

Every cafe in this god damn city serves raw balls, even the teeny-tiny little independent hole-in-the-wall places that won't spring for real baked goods but will serve completely crap prefab croissants that come in bulk plastic wrapped boxes and are so pumped full of additives they will still be here for the eighth coming of Jesus. How can raw balls, food items named after an extremely unpleasant waxing accident, trump actual baked goods and become the food fare of choice for small businesses and vast coffee chains alike? I ask of you, internet, have you EVER met ANYONE who eats raw balls? I don't mean that one time you tried a raw ball because you were presented with a choice between it and a decades old croissant made of polycarbons. The enduring, nay, growing! rawball market is not being propped up by single, ill-advised test purchases. I am talking about a friend, relative, colleague or enemy who actively consumes raw balls on a regular basis and seeks them out as a snack of choice. Who are these people? Why are these people?

I can see how Sweden was easily seduced by the look of a few raw balls. This is a country enraptured by all things alternative, vegan, natural choice, organic, gluten free, and vaguely-PR-spun-to-symbolise-a-healthy-lifestyle, as long as these do not clash with the other strong Swedish traditional snack values of being ridiculously sugar dense and served in ball form. I'm looking at you, chocolate balls, cocoa balls, snow balls, coconut balls, and especially you, scum balls.

If I am to be perfectly honest here, I think my dislike of raw balls has less to do with their rawness (ooh, ouch. Don't touch them they're RAW) and more to do with the fact that I don't like the chocolate balls, cocoa balls, snow balls, coconut balls, or especially, scum balls that inevitably paved the way for this stupid craze. Balls are a bad shape for snacks. Counting them off on my fingers here, one, they roll around and can't be put nicely on a plate, two, they're gone in literally one bite, where is the well-deserved moment of pleasure in that?, three, they're often such poor quality, almost on the same level as the Jesus croissants, that they are essentially just cough dust when you bite into them and, most importantly, four, they are shaped like bollocks opening them up to all kinds of scrutiny. Scrotiny?

Give me a nice slice of cake, people. And for Pete's sake, just fucking OWN your snack time, you guilt-nagging shitbastard. Sugar made from crushed dates and ground dried apricots is STILL FUCKING SUGAR. If it's going to be a guilty pleasure then at least have it on a plate, with some substance and some oomph, not rolling around like a dusty, partnerless, RAW, testicle.

Day 2263: That's not tea.

I work in a lot of different places so I can say with some authority that the picture above is quite representative of a generous tea selection at the office. Some places have NO tea, some places have worse than no tea, which is Lipton yellow label, and some places look like this. All workplaces have coffee. The coffee quality might vary, I wouldn't know, I don't drink it. Nevertheless, to be a tea drinker in this country is to be eternally disappointed. Look at that picture above. I mean, really look at it. Do YOU want to drink decaffinated green tea chai? Lipton raspberry? Lipton Russian Earl Grey? Energising blueberry? Rooibos with fake chai flavour? Someone's "on-second-thought-I'll-leave-it"-Lipton teabag? No.

Who is the mystery 1% who drink enough energising blueberry to encourage the caretaker to order in 2 more boxes? If it's you then do everyone a favour and fuck off.

Last week I had an American child laugh at me because he was mocking me for being British, making all kinds of jokes about how I probably love tea and carry it around with me, only to discover that I had emergency teabags in my rucksack. Yes, I may have contributed to the perpetuation of a stereotype but I am truly desperate when a forlorn sachet of Twinings English Breakfast counts as a better cup of tea than whatever is available in the staffroom. Once somebody at work made Tetley's and it was like a miracle. For reference, I wouldn't be caught dead drinking Tetley's in England. And don't get me started on the Swedish obsession with single-use tetra pack milk which makes tea taste like, well, milk thats been in a tetra pack on a kitchen counter for a year.

What hurts the most is the fact that coffee is such a religion in Scandinavia that you are never more than 6 feet away from a good cup of coffee. I would even wager, without even drinking it, that the shittiest coffee from the shittiest machine is still a better coffee experience for the coffee drinker than the discovery of a whole cupboard of NON tea is for a tea drinker, who basically won't drink any tea in that situation. I'll have a tap water and seething, deep-seated rage to go, please.

Even cafes here have shit tea, and I don't mean the cheapo places that give you a lipton teabag, a glass of tepid water and an ice cream spoon the length of your arm. I mean the good places, even they get tea wrong. Loose leaf tea here comes in a variety of flavours, often never just plain tea, always some kind of chai-ripoff bullshit that has as much to do with chai as a castrated man in half a furry cow suit has to do with a bull. Either that or it has summer fruits, or winter fruits, or autumn fruits or some other kind of season, monsoon moonbeam or WHATEVER WHO IS NAMING AND CREATING THIS HORRIBLE SHIT. Mostly I get stuck with Earl Grey (pronounced Öörl Grej) which bears no resemblance to Earl Grey, and tastes very much like what my Yorkshire friend calls "Gandhi's Flip Flop". I have to pay £5 for the PRIVILEGE of this experience, because I am bound by the traditions of the Swedish Fika to sit with a warm drink alongside my bun. And it's always a bun, because the cake selection is nearly as thin as the tea selection. But alas, that is a rant for another day.