Alex bits and pieces

[fish]

Not only beautiful and talented, but also 27 years old today.
Happy birthday Alexandra.

[Ian]

Happy birthday to one of my two favourite Swedish people

[Juule]

Yay! Hyvää syntymäpäivää!

(And if you don't understand that, Alex, I'm sure Bex will eagerly help you out. She is going to be there (at your PARTY), isn't she?)

(And please, please post some pics tomorrow, will you! )

[Rebecka Fan]

it's still Friday here, but Happy 27th Birthday, Lena Marina Alexandra Dahlström.
Today is Ellen's birthday, so I watched Eva & Adam: Four Birthday's and a Fiasco today.

[snaps]

I've just woke up Happy birfday Alex!

Shall we brave the snow and go down town? Nah let's just stay in bed instead

[Juule]

I've just woke up Happy birfday Alex!

Shall we brave the snow and go down town? Nah let's just stay in bed instead

So you'll post the pics, then? Snälla?

[snaps]

So you'll post the pics, then? Snälla?

Oh nothing too exciting Alex felt really sleepy and dreamy So I just treated myself to breakfast in bed

[Juule]

Although I shouldn't be so nosy about your... ehh... private things.

[Ian]

Snaps' fantasy world is possibly even stranger than mine.

[fish]

Snaps' fantasy world is possibly even stranger than mine.

But not mine.

[Ian]

(runs and hides at the thought of what fish' fantasy world must be like, then)

[fish]

(runs and hides at the thought of what fish' fantasy world must be like, then)

Somewhere between and , with just a touch of .


Very relaxing hearish Swedish spoken for about 30 mins.
Alex interviewed on Sveriges Radio, not new, can't understand more than a few words, but nice.
http://sverigesradio.se/sida/artikel.aspx?programid=2785&artikel=1570222

[Juule]

Very relaxing hearish Swedish spoken for about 30 mins.

Thanks!

Now something spicy to drink, some dark chocolate, few candles and...

[snaps]

Now something spicy to drink, some dark chocolate, few candles and...

Oi! you tryin to take my place as writer-in-residence ?

Alexandras voice soothing like a mountain stream rippling over pebbles, churning and gurgling, giggling and gaggling, on open moorland, disappearing into cracks and crevices you hold your ear against, hoping to catch the echo. A vibrant cascade of pleasure bouncing over rocks, till you know you must explore that hidden cavern deep below. Brushing aside the undergrowth of moss and heather until you find the entrance to that cave of pleasure, a fount of misty mystique, worn soft and welcoming. You feel vibrant and erect ready to take on the challenge of penetrating the alluring depths .... etc

[Irishman]

Is it hot in here?