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.

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.

Maybe removing snow is better training than lifting weights?

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.

Headwind all the way to the gym today, –11°C on the bike. Still, I made it. The red cap came with me — Ulster on it, not about the Troubles, but about Ulster Rugby from the island of Ireland. A remarkable sport: you attack forward, yet you must pass the ball back.

This week I am launching my promotion video — a visual presentation of my work across the full spectrum of executive responsibility.
Through focused sequences, it reflects my roles in Executive Management, Investor Communication, and Board Governance, as well as Corporate Communication, Strategic Advisory, and Stakeholder Communication.
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.
