Somewhere way back, at the very start of that happy, easy-going decade they call "the 70's" I was conceived, as they say, into the world. I don't remember much from these days. Just that things seemed to be a whole lot simpler back then. But when the only words you know are "mummy", "daddy" and "hello", how can they not be? As the words came though, things got worse. Now that I know words like 'mid-twenties crisis', and 'acquired immune deficiency syndrome', things seem just a bit more complicated.

Lots of good things and bad things later, I'm sitting here, with an enormous Frontpage Handbook, no inspiration and a total lack of creativity. People who know about these things say that you have to have a Me-page if you're doing a Homepage. So that's what I'm trying to do.

I have absolutely no idea of what to say. But then, it just occurred to me, this page will be read by approximately 4 people, ever, so it doesn't matter really. I'll just write something.

At this precise moment in my life I'm working part-time at 3 different, all very unglamorous, jobs and try to write in the 'spare' time. Although when you're reading this I'm probably doing something else.

So how did I end up here?

I have studied for 3 years at Uni (Film, Art and Literature) but never bothered to make it into some kind of exam, which didn't seem like a thing to do at the time, but sort of bugs me a bit now when suddenly there's brown envelopes flooding the mailbox, saying I should pay back study loans I only have this vague memory of I've once taken. I don't know why they're doing this. I think they're just Evil.

After this I went to Film School for a year. We worked in groups and I got to make three short films on video and two on 16 mm. None of them very good, but I was mostly responsible for the photography and I've put some stills from them here. I have always taken lots of pictures and also made some super8-films earlier and have at least two fantastic, groundbreaking film scripts in my head. Making films is one of the best things I can think of, and I haven't given up on it completely yet. But it's also something that requires loads of money, good contacts, and razor-sharp elbows. None of which I have too much of.

Anyway.

I have now, for some bizarre reason, come to the conclusion that I should write. So I try to work for about 2 weeks to get some money for basic needs (rent, grotesque phone bills, food, cigarettes etc.) and then take 2 weeks off to write. Which may sound like a good idea, but as I am quite slow, a bit lazy and self-critical as hell, it's not going Fast, so to speak. So far, I've made 11 short stories and at least made the progress from Really Bad to Almost Readable and hope to soon write something that is Actually OK. Maybe one day I'll even try to publish something. That's the general idea anyway.

I don't think reading from your computer screen is a very good idea, but I've put one of my stories here just for the sake of it. It's in Swedish though, so it's probably about as much fun to most of you as reading a handbook in Pascal or something. Frankly, it probably is even if you're Swedish.

So that was me.

I often wonder how did that smug little bastard at the top right of this page, who was quite happy with only those regular meals of breast milk and mashed banana and the occasional change of diapers, become this confused, penniless person with this complicated, strange mess of a life. I don't know. But I'm working on it.

Meanwhile, if you have some hatemail to send or just happen to have a big budget movie on your hands and no director, just tell me.