I was going to talk about something. But maybe now is not the time.

Instead why don't you look at this picture: http://www.kulturgyngen.dk/billeder/intro1.jpg

You can see some of my co-workers there. In the bottom-right it's Sanne. It's not the most flattering one though. A little too "omg I have to smile for the camera". Or something like that. The top-left is Christian. My now former co-worker. Great guy. Bottom-left is Jan. Nice guy too. The one with the health problems. If I was him I'd try to get an early retirement. It's going to be hard for him to get a real job I think. He's good at drawing though. He should make his own comics or something.

I don't think I recognise the rest of the people. Apart from they guy above Sanne. He's called Jan too. I'm not sure what his function at Kulturgyngen is. I've seen him a couple of times. He wants to find hidden treasure. Seriously. He comes in and asks Christian if he can't find some information about hidden treasure somewhere on the internet. Like you would just go and type "secret nazi gold" on google and you'd get directions. Hehe. He actually seems serious about it, but I'm sure he's joking. On the other hand, people ought to go treasure hunting more often. I wouldn't mind being a little like Indiana Jones.

Oh maybe I should suggest that to Jan (from our office). The comic. When I was a wee schoolboy I made a comic called Banana Jones and the something-something. I can't remember the title now. The lost bananas? Something about bananas. It wasn't a very long comic. I think it was one page. That was all we got done. Johnny and me. I was never good at drawing. Johnny was. So he did the drawing. And I was the creative genious behind the Banana Jones concept. The only thing I really remember now is that Banana's plane crashed into some mountains and exploded. But of course he miracously survived. I think he was captured by nazis after that.

Banana Jones and the Golden Banana?

Hmm.

Good times.

Yesterday my mother brought me a hello from Christian. One of my bestest friends of my school years. I guess he works as a substitute at the hospital. Not a doctor. But.. one of them guys what bring food out and drive karts around? I don't know. Doesn't matter. Apparently he recognised my mother. "Aren't you Plume's mother?". Indeed. Kind of funny. I miss those guys. Sometimes wish I could go and meet them and see what everybody's doing and catch up and so on. But then I don't really want them to know what happened to me. I was one of the smart ones. One of the best students. I got the highest possible mark in my oral french exam. Maria (or was it Christine?) said she thought I'd end up working in a bank. I'm not sure that was a compliment. But nonetheless. I probably wouldn't be happy in a bank anyway. I should be the one making comic books now.

Oh yes, the guy above Jan above Sanne is Ralford. The big, black cook. Maybe I should gang up with him and go after Lars.

You never know.