The World is a beautiful place

The world is a beautiful place
to be born into
if you don’t mind happiness
not always being
so very much fun
if you don’t mind a touch of hell
now and then
just when everything is fine
because even in heaven
they don’t sing
all the time


What to do

Go to town, experience things

Eat at the nearest pizzeria while laughing, be sure to have read the terms and conditions.

Go shave off your white beard, still laughing.

Be nice,
have fun!

GO PLACIDLY amid the noise and the haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence. As far as possible, without surrender, be on good terms with all persons.

Speak your truth quietly and clearly; and listen to others, even to the dull and the ignorant; they too have their story.

Avoid loud and aggressive persons; they are vexatious to the spirit. If you compare yourself with others, you may become vain or bitter, for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.



I have a little home studio, where I make my own songs. If you want to listen, follow the link to my albums, EPs and other stuff.


He couldn’t really remember life before the children. He couldn’t feel it as something he’d once lived. It was too far away, and buried. Something as simple as walking down the street—he was always a father. Or looking at a woman—he was a father.

He had one child left. There’d been four, but three of them were up and running, more or less their own men. They were all boys, still teen-agers. But they weren’t his anymore. Except for the youngest. That was Peter. Peter still held Donal’s hand. Except when there were people coming toward them, boys or girls his own age or older. Then he’d let go, until they were around the corner.

And Donal knew. One day soon he’d open his hand for Peter’s, and it would stay empty. And when that happened he’d die; he’d lie down on the ground. That was how he felt. After twenty years. Independence, time to himself—he didn’t want it.

—You’ll have your own life, someone had told him.

—I have my own life, he’d said back. I fuckin’ like it.

About us

The philosophy of resistance

I have hated gyms since childhood, since I could not be turned upside down without panicking. There is a LOT of upside-downs in a gym!

Never the less, after years of resistance, my youngest son managed to get me to a gym, of my own free will! I even liked it, especially the after part, when you have a clean conscience that will do fine for the rest of the day.


When you do a lot of lifting, you get hungry. And in these spartan times, when sex, cigarettes, alcohol and stuff are out of the picture, there is only one thing left: Cake


who needs quotes?

If you’re going through hell, keep going.

If a man does not keep pace with his companions, perhaps it is because he hears a different drummer. Let him step to the music which he hears, however measured or far away.

Reality leaves a lot to the imagination

Slik er kærligheden:
Jeg bytter alle dem som straks slog til med hende som ikke ville.