I’m outside the pub, soaking in some heat, because I’m off to Oslo tomorrow and it is probably not hot in Oslo. It also occurs to me that I’m going to be too early for strawberry season in Oslo. They sell them in big barrows, and the scent fills the street.
I still haven’t written my presentation for the Norwegian Film Institute. Had no time. God only knows what I’m going to do. The time I’d blocked to think about it got eaten by a minor work crisis. I may just have to wing it for an hour and hope for the best.
They got me a smoking room in the hotel. I foresee a Thursday night spent bent over a notebook, fuelled by cigarettes and coffee. And I won’t reach the hotel until midnight.
Still, after the doomed presentation, I get to look at a new, Lovecraftian MMO game that’s being created in Oslo, which I’m looking forward to immensely.
Time for lunch.