totally shitfaced drunk at a bar in Stockholm, and christiane referring to Amelie, says:" she has nice boobs, boobs like mine. Good for fighting"We've been in Sweden for 3 days, and thanks to an unusual twist of fate involving a license revocation, I'm the proud driver of a souped up jaguar for the duration of my stay. What a way to learn the fine art of foreign road navigation, the swedes seem to err on the side of common sense over demonstrative signage. The roundabouts, like inscrutable tidepools, are particularly sticky to negotiate. I find that going really fast helps my concentration.
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