Rambles With Secretary-General And Royalties

Despite having just won the grand prize in a quiz with royal connections I'm a firm advocate of the republic. So take a wild guess as to what person won't be standing in line waving a flag when our suburb gets a hoity-toity royal de luxe visit tomorrow midmorning...

The only thing is, the royal couple will for some silly reason arrive with the commuter train about the time I'm leaving in the opposite direction for an appointment - perhaps I'll bump into them when they'll be shown around the pee-corner at the station? Every self-respecting train-station has one. Welcome to reality.

The other scenario just might be a whole lot of a sandwich-short-of-a-picnic-security guards floundering things for us distinguished commuters. Time will tell.

Another thing that surely will be a major muddle is the international Iraq conference held in another part of the Stockholm suburbs. For debatable reasons they decided it would be a briliant idea to hold it in Sweden and hey presto why not hold it in an major working-place area, that would be kind of neat.

M who works in the same building as the conference is held is away on a business-trip, but apparently his whole company is at a standstill for three days due to this conference. Slight inconvenience perhaps, or for a good cause, disputable in many ways.

Might I add that I've also attended several catshows in the same conference hall, I sadly suspect that will be as close as I'll ever get to the seat of Secretary-General of the United Nations...

Hoopla.