When I (Manndreas) visited me Girlfriend in the great and honoured town of Liverpool

A'rait, I want to blog in English, let me...

Last week we had a potato vacation. Ammagad, it was a pleasure to have a break from ballett (even though it's fun to do plié and other French body movements) choir and generally demanding subjects.

My ticket was ready and booked, a Ryanair machine stood ready in Torp, Sandefjord (relegated from our top division by the way) to take me far away, beyond the skies and down to earth again, this time in a poor village called Liverpool. I did not meet John Arne Riise during my stay but I didn't cried over spilled milk (or juice).

People like Juell and Wigen would have been surprised by the look of the ladies down in ol' Pool. Not one nice-looking lady beside the Norwegian ladies who were hot like micro burgers.

My girlfriend Maylén met me at the airport and took me down town to meet her flat mates, also referred to as Rachel and Emma. Freja lives there too and did a great job cooking my first English meal, some pasta and chicken (it didn't gobble).

I used Monday to go sightseeing. Spotted some really ugly people driving bus. Ate dinner and went to bed.

On Tuesday I saw the school and met some Maylén friends. They were called Anette and Elisebeth. Really nice people, singing and dancing just like Manndreas him self. I also found out that a pint of beer (not beard - language trouble) is really cheap. I drank some beer and met a guy called Gil. Spotted a guy with a "mushroom - 1 life up" t-shirt. Fell in love with the t-shirt.

On Thursday (skipped Wednesday - can't remember really) I bought me some tickets to Beauty and the Beast and went to Empire Theatre to watch the show. Great dresses and actors, lovely music, nice binocular and a hot girlfriend. One of my best evenings...

Friday -> Drinking and a pub crawl watching hooligans singing. Pleasure night...

Saturday (weekend). Went to ball (pics)

Manndreas and a couple of LIPA students. Being the pic's only aplha male is a joy

And then my dear bloke, I took my Ryanair machine home to Sandefjord (still relegated) together with a nice fella called Per. He plays drums. Hooray!

Thanks darling - had a great holiday

Ukens ord: Bass

Klarer ikke å løsrive meg fra Baardar - her er et nytt eksempel...

Nils Erik: (På vei ut av en digresjon om en kirkekonsert på Bryne) Dere ligger litt lavt bass, trykk til mer på de lave tonene...

Andreas: Milde gud, Nils Erik, det klassiske stykket "Richte mich Got" er vrient, kan jeg få være førstebass?

Nils Erik: Sønnen min var bass i ungdomskoret på Sola ungdomsskole en gang, han sang litt for lyst, fikk en omgang med stokken av dirigenten.

Andreas: Okey, men jeg vil helst synge med de ekte bassene, Jon og Thomas og sånn...

Nils Erik: Kanskje til vårkonserten...

Jon og Thomas: Du er fortsatt en ekte bass, Manndreas, ikke hør på han. Ta på deg lua og konsentrer deg om den lille seksten i overgangen mellom takt søttisju og -åtte.

Nils Erik: Kona mi sang en sang som startet med en liten sekst en gang. Hun jobber i bank nå.

En eller annen gira andreklassing: *Dritlyst* Riiiiichte mich Got - und führer meine bla bla im Got (dativ)...

Nils Erik: Da synger vi, andrebass, kan dere stemmen deres?

Andreas: Nei...

Nils Erik: Strålende, Stig og Andreas, gjør dere klare...



Jeg elsker koret uansett da...