My kettlebells

My kettlebells

There are days I don’t like you at all, and you don’t make it easy to handle you.
But I still interact with you—even on those days—and lift you up.

On a Friday night like this

The moon glows tonight, guiding my steps. On a Friday night like this, I could be on a crowded dance floor — but not this time. Tonight, I stand outside with my kettlebells, close to the snow, the air freezing, and I feel alive.

From Göteborg Harbor to Millwall Kickoff – A Saturday Porte

From Göteborg Harbor to Millwall Kickoff – A Saturday Porte

When Saturday comes, I select the beer of the day, a Porter from O/O in Göteborg. On the can is Göteborg Harbor at dusk, cranes and dockyards against the evening light — my hometown.

This Porter carries depth, roasted character, and structure, and it tastes best at three o’clock UK time, because that’s kickoff in English football.

Today it’s Millwall away at Sheffield — my Millwall, a club shaped by shipbuilders and warehouse workers, a working-class identity forged by the Thames, built on loyalty and grit.