If the shoe fits

There's been a whole lot of political shoe talk in the past months. First, and notoriously, George Bush was attacked twice by a journalist's shoes whilst visiting Iraq in December.

Then the guy who threw the shoe is honoured with...a statue of a shoe!

But only a few days later, the honorary shoe is removed as it is considered offensive by the Iraqi government. Now you didn't think that was the last time I'd mention 'shoe' today? Nooo, the latest news is that the shoe throwing trend has flown all the way to Europe!

A protester threw a shoe at the Chinese Prime Minister whilst he visited Cambridge University yesterday. Fortunately/unfortunately he was not as precise a thrower as the Iraqi journalist.

I watched the news and couldn't help but wonder and dread, how long before we'll have to take off our shoes EVERYWHERE we go as they clearly are the most potent political weapon, the next public enemy number 1, just as 'communists', 'terrorists', and 'weapons of mass destruction' have been in the past?

Idag kande jag mig riktigt kar (ja, inte nu langre, ha ha, men nagon timma sedan) sadar, ont i magen, fjarilar kar. Det var faktiskt jatteskont. Kanske hjalpte Alla Hjartans Dagen rosen pa nagot vis.

SKa ivag till gymmet nu, forsta gangen pa ca fem veckor! Ar helt degig, ska bli skont att crosstraina lite. Sen sa maste jag ju planera morgondagen. Eftersom Bush kommer till stan ska de stanga av en massa gator (helt otroligt, only in Ghana!) sa det blir nog inget morgongymmande, kanske pa kvallen nagon gang.

Kanner mig helt slut i huvidet, allt tankande, men va snabbt saker o ting andras, i fredags var jag skit orolig over vad som skulle handa om jag slutar om tva manader, inget jobb, ingen inkomst. Nu har jag inom 24 timmar fatt tva seriosa och intressanta jobb erbjudanden. Det basta kommer ju med funderingar, vill man jobba med sin pojkvan som chef? Det ar val bara att be om brak...eller?