i just got back from walking around downtown at helsinki at 5 a.m while shooting the next episode of ‘senor mobys’.
and my hands are red and freeeeeeezzzzing.
it’s cold here.
ok, not bitterly cold.
but cold.
especially cold for wimpy little me in my t-shirt and jean jacket.
and sweatshirt.
ok, i was trying to get your sympathy for a second by omitting the sweatshirt part of my wardrobe.just me in the howling wind, covered in freezing cold water being chased by polar bears.
and i really had to pee.
so i tried to run and pee but the pee froze in mid air and made little tinkling noises (no pun intended, well sort of, not really, on with the story) as it hit the sidewalk which infuriated the polar bears (cos polar bears hate the sound of frozen pee hitting the sidewalk) and made them chase me harder which made me even colder and then i remembered that polar bears are afraid of bad celebrity impressions, so i did a very poor impression of ernest borgnine and those polar bears ran screaming in the other direction with their tails between their legs.
yeah. dumb old polar bears. with their transparent fur.
apparently polar bears have transparent fur.
i have no idea what i’m talking about .
if you eat too many heavily salted peanuts your mouth starts to hurt.
trust me on that one, ok?
goodnight.
moby