Min Bok 7 - Kapittel 5: Mer fra Globetrotter Inn

Dette herberget, hadde også en bar/nattklubb, husker jeg.

Jeg husker det, at jeg havnet der, en kveld.

(De hadde blant annet biljardbord der, husker jeg).

Og jeg traff to unge, italienske damer, (i baren), husker jeg.

Jeg hadde jo mye penger.

Så jeg spurte disse damene, om de ville ha noe å drikke.

Og de ville ha vodka, da.

(Noe sånt).

Og jeg bestilte doble vodka, (til dem), siden at jeg jo hadde, ganske mye penger.

Men etter at jeg hadde kjøpt disse drinkene.

Så ville ikke de italienske damene, ha drinkene, likevel.

(Av en eller annen grunn).

Så det endte med, at jeg måtte drikke disse drinkene selv, da.

(I tillegg, til en del halvlitere, som var det jeg vanligvis pleide å drikke, da jeg bodde, i England).

Så sånn var det.

Bare noe jeg tenkte på.

Men men.

Jeg hadde jo, så mye penger, etter at jeg flytta, fra the Forge.

(Det var jo sånn, at jeg liksom stakk fingeren, i jorda, (etter at jeg fikk studielånet og skolepengene, i januar/februar, i 2005).

Og så for meg, min situasjon, våren/sommeren 2005.

Jeg tenkte da, at jeg kom til å være arbeidsledig, blakk, uten bolig og uten en grad, i Sunderland.

(Siden at studiene mine, ble forsinka, ettersom at studielånet mitt, ble veldig forsinka, etc.).

Så jeg syntes, at det var mest fornuftig, å vente med å betale skolepengene, til at jeg fikk meg en jobb, osv.).

Så når det gjaldt den radioen, som jeg hadde kjøpt, på Currys, (eller Dixons, som den elektronikk-kjeden het, på 80-tallet, da jeg dro en del, på språkreiser),  i Sunderland.

(En radio som også kunne spille mp3-CD-er.

Og vel også vanlige CD-er).

Så hadde jeg bestemt meg, (etter å ha prata med Rosario og muligens også med Claire, vel).

At den radioen, skulle jeg sende, (i posten), til Federica.

(Hu italienske studinna, som hadde bodd, i naborommet mitt, på the Forge).

For Federica hadde gitt meg en rød blomst, (en juleglede, eller noe sånt), før hu dro tilbake, til Roma.

Og Federica var liksom den av oss, (i utvekslingselev-leiligheten), som hadde hatt det mest morsomt der, vel.

Så jeg trodde vel det, at hu gjerne ville ha den radioen, som et slags minne, om 'the Forge-tida', da.

(Siden at den radioen, hadde stått i stua, (i leiligheten 'vår'), på the Forge.

Helt fra september 2004 til februar 2005.

Siden at det var sånn, at de første dagene, på the Forge, så pleide hele 'leilighet-gjengen', å sitte i stua, i student-leiligheten og feste sammen osv., da.

Så da jeg kjøpte den radioen, (en av de første dagene, i Sunderland).

Så ble det bare sånn, at den havna, på stuebordet der, (og der ble den stående, hele tida, som vi bodde der), da).

Så jeg gikk litt rundt, i London, en dag.

(Mens jeg bodde, på Globetrotter Inn).

Og så kjøpte jeg noe bobleplast og en eske, (var det vel), på et postkontor, som lå, i bydelen Earls Court.

(For Federica og noen av de andre, som jeg ble kjent med, i Sunderland.

Hadde skrevet ned adressene sine, på et ark, som jeg hadde hatt, på rommet mitt, på the Forge.

Og når folk banka på døra mi, for å si hadet.

Så spurte jeg de, (det var bare en ide jeg fikk), om de kunne skrive opp adressene sine, (sånn at vi muligens kunne holde kontakten), da.

Noe sånt).

Så jeg fikk sendt den 'mp3-radioen', til Federica, (i Roma), da.

Så sånn var det.

Bare noe jeg tenkte på.

Men men.

Jeg var kanskje litt trist, (eller hva man skal kalle det), etter at jeg flytta, fra the Forge.

Jeg hadde egentlig ikke, så lyst, til å flytte derfra.

(Siden at jeg kjente så mange der, osv.).

Men jeg syntes, at å flytte, var det mest fornuftige.

Og det var kanskje fordi, at jeg var vant til å bo, sammen med mange andre.

(Og fordi at det var ganske billig, sikkert).

At jeg søkte, på et ledig rom, (som jeg fant på nettet), i et bofelleskap, i Wimbledon.

Og jeg fikk en svar-e-post.

Og han briten som leide ut, skrev det, at de fortsatt hadde ledig rom.

(Noe sånt).

Men det ble ikke til, at jeg svarte, (husker jeg).

For å bo sammen med mange unge, britiske menn.

Det var kanskje ikke det helt store, (tenkte vel jeg).

(Noe sånt).

Jeg hadde jo hatt mange britiske studiekamerater, i Sunderland.

(For det var vel kun meg, som var vestlig utvekslingsstudent, i min 'klasse').

Og det var vel sånn, (hvis jeg skal være ærlig), at jeg flere ganger, liksom ble 'driti ut', av både engelske forelesere og medstudenter.

(Noe sånt).

Og jeg var ikke vant til, å lete etter bolig, i London.

(Og å leie bolig, i London, må vel sies å være, enda dyrere, enn for eksempel i Oslo).

Så jeg ville vel kanskje se det an litt, og kanskje heller finne meg noe eget.

For jeg hadde jo mye penger, på den her tida.

Så jeg tenkte vel sånn, at det ikke var noe hastverk, for meg, å finne en bolig, i London).

(Noe sånt).

Så sånn var det.

Bare noe jeg tenkte på.

Men men.

Det var fortsatt mye mer som hendte, i tida etter, at jeg flytta, fra the Forge.

Og dette tenkte jeg, at jeg skulle prøve å få skrevet mer om, i de neste kapitlene, av Min Bok 7.

Så vi får se om jeg klarer å få til det.

Vi får se.

Letter from Currys, 17/2. (Recieved 28/2).

Enclosure 2, letter to Currys, 7/2.

Enclosure 1, letter to Currys, 25/1.

Friday, 25 January 2008
Phoney games at Currys store?
I was at Currys in Church St. today, and it seemed like the staff and customers acted phoney, like in some sort of set-up.

Two of the customers, dressed in those types of wests, that all British workers, who work outside are wearing, asked me, or rather, one of them asked me, if it was alright that they went before me in the queue.

And then I said somethink like that's alright, no problem.

And then the guy answered, 'are you sure?'.

I thought that was a bit strange thing to ask.

And then it was some problem with the bank card reader.

And then some Curry representative, I think it was, almost collided with me, when I went out of the shop, and let me go first out.

But I'm not sure if he actually went out.

Right on the outside of the shop, it was another guy with a similar west like the two customers at Currys.

He held a 50 p coin, and asked me something like if I could change it to a 20 p coin.

And then after I told him that I couldn't, then it seemed like he went over to two mates that were standing outside of Currys, on the left side of the enterance-door, when one goes out of the shop.

So I'm going to send Currys a complaint, since I think this must have been a set up.

A bit similar with the ones at Tesco, Burger King, McDonalds, Argos, Spar etc., possibly.

I wonder if this is possibly this, 'the game', which I overheard two people talking about, walking from the bus stop after work, when I lived in Walton a couple of years ago.

Something that the underworld plays, is it?

And the Police also seems to be playing.

So I'm not really sure if it's only the underworld, I'm not so into this stuff.

But it seems to me that the police also enjoy playing.

But I think than they are all a bit impolite, because that if one want to play, then I guess that's allright.

But I think it's maybe a bit impolite, to play games with people, who doesn't really want to play phoney games.

It seemed like some people around me were a bit nervous, since I bought stamps for letters to be sent to the US.

I thought I picked up that they were worried that I was going to send all my files to the Americans, or the Yanks, or what they are called.

So I'm not really sure if it's only the Brits who are playing, it's seemes like maybe the Norwegian police are playing as well.

I remember from living at my uncles farm in Kvelde in Norway, in 2005, that I overheard, my uncles neighbour Thor, telling my uncle that, 'they always find a reason'.

I think they were talking about something regarding me.

And I'm wondering if this also could be a reference to this, 'the game'-stuff.

But it could also be something else.

Maybe it's the police that are playing.

Or maybe it's the underworld that's playing.

Or maybe it's both.

And maybe some normal people are playing as well?

I'm not really sure, but I thought I could write about this on the blog, but I guess this is maybe well known already, even if it isn't easy for me tell what other people know, since neighter the Police or anyone else has leveled with me.

So I guess this is probably easier for other people to know.

Posted by johncons at 06:29


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Letter to Currys, 7/2.

Erik Ribsskog

Flat 3

5 Leather Lane

Liverpool 7. February 2008

L2 2AE

Currys

Dixons House

Maylands Avenue

Hemel Hempstead

Herts

HP2 7TG

COMPLAINT

I was at your store in Church St., Liverpool, on 25/1, and then I had some problems with

some a bit awkward incidents:

Here's an excerpt for the enclosed copy, of the blog-entry, which I wrote, regarding the

incidents, on 25/1:

'I was at Currys in Church St. today, and it seemed like the staff and customers acted phoney,

like in some sort of set-up.

Two of the customers, dressed in those types of wests, that all British workers, who work outside

are wearing, asked me, or rather, one of them asked me, if it was alright that they went before me

in the queue.

And then I said somethink like that's alright, no problem.

And then the guy answered, 'are you sure?'.

I thought that was a bit strange thing to ask.

And then it was some problem with the bank card reader.

And then some Curry representative, I think it was, almost collided with me, when I went out of

the shop, and let me go first out.

But I'm not sure if he actually went out.

Right on the outside of the shop, it was another guy with a similar west like the two customers at

Currys.

He held a 50 p coin, and asked me something like if I could change it to a 20 p coin.

And then after I told him that I couldn't, then it seemed like he went over to two mates that were

standing outside of Currys, on the left side of the enterance-door, when one goes out of the shop.

So I'm going to send Currys a complaint, since I think this must have been a set up.

A bit similar with the ones at Tesco, Burger King, McDonalds, Argos, Spar etc., possibly.

I wonder if this is possibly this, 'the game', which I overheard two people talking about, walking from

the bus stop after work, when I lived in Walton a couple of years ago.'.

(Se enclosed document, for the rest of the blog-entry explanation, written on 25/1).

What I particulary wanted to complain about, was that one of the Currys representatives, walked

towards the exit-door, at the same time, as I had finished, paying by debit card, for the printer

ink, that I was buying that day.

Then, it seemed to me, that the Currys representative, maybe 1.75 m. tall, short shaved hair, if I

remeber correctly, seemed to time, his walk, towards the exit-door, so that he would almost

crash with me, when I was finished paying for the ink.

Then the Currys representative, suddently stopped, and made a gesture, and let me go before him,

out the exit-door.

But I don't think the Currys representative, actually left the Currys shop building.

Like I wrote in the enclosed explanation, written on 25/1, a person, with a reflex west, asked me,

outside of Currys, if I could change a 50 p. coin, to a 20 p. coin.

But I said I couldn't, and then the man wearing the reflex west, went towards two people, standing

to the right of the Currys entry-door.

I turned around, to have a look at this person, with the reflex west, since I thought it was a bit

strange, that he wanted to change a 50 p. coin, to a 20 p. coin.

And then I saw the other two people standing outside of Currys, but I couldn't see the Currys

representative, who had let me exit the Currys store, before him, anywhere outside of the

store.

So it seems to me, that the Currys representative, didn't actually leave the Currys store, even if

he pretended like he was walking out the door, and then stoping, and letting me go out

before him.

So I was wondering if this could have been some kind of set-up.

(Eg. I've heard, a couple of times, walking around in Walton and Liverpool, about something

called, 'the game', or 'the game of life', being talked about behind my back, by people

seemingly comenting about me, saying things sounding like, that I'm participating in

some kind of phoney game, with a name like the earlier mentioned names).

So I think it would be very fine if you had the chance to investigate what went on in the

Curry store on 25/1, in case this could be linked with some kind of criminal network etc.,

who it seems like I've been having problems with at my former workplace, and in other

shops in town, etc.

So I hope you have the chance to have a look at this!

I'll enclose a blog-entry explanation, written about these incidents, in the Currys store, on 25/1,

and I'll also enclose a copy of the receipt for the printer-ink which I bought that day.

Hope this is alright, and thank you very much in advance for your help!

Yours sincerely,

Erik Ribsskog

Phoney games at Currys store?

I was at Currys in Church St. today, and it seemed like the staff and customers acted phoney, like in some sort of set-up.

Two of the customers, dressed in those types of wests, that all British workers, who work outside are wearing, asked me, or rather, one of them asked me, if it was alright that they went before me in the queue.

And then I said somethink like that's alright, no problem.

And then the guy answered, 'are you sure?'.

I thought that was a bit strange thing to ask.

And then it was some problem with the bank card reader.

And then some Curry representative, I think it was, almost collided with me, when I went out of the shop, and let me go first out.

But I'm not sure if he actually went out.

Right on the outside of the shop, it was another guy with a similar west like the two customers at Currys.

He held a 50 p coin, and asked me something like if I could change it to a 20 p coin.

And then after I told him that I couldn't, then it seemed like he went over to two mates that were standing outside of Currys, on the left side of the enterance-door, when one goes out of the shop.

So I'm going to send Currys a complaint, since I think this must have been a set up.

A bit similar with the ones at Tesco, Burger King, McDonalds, Argos, Spar etc., possibly.

I wonder if this is possibly this, 'the game', which I overheard two people talking about, walking from the bus stop after work, when I lived in Walton a couple of years ago.

Something that the underworld plays, is it?

And the Police also seems to be playing.

So I'm not really sure if it's only the underworld, I'm not so into this stuff.

But it seems to me that the police also enjoy playing.

But I think than they are all a bit impolite, because that if one want to play, then I guess that's allright.

But I think it's maybe a bit impolite, to play games with people, who doesn't really want to play phoney games.

It seemed like some people around me were a bit nervous, since I bought stamps for letters to be sent to the US.

I thought I picked up that they were worried that I was going to send all my files to the Americans, or the Yanks, or what they are called.

So I'm not really sure if it's only the Brits who are playing, it's seemes like maybe the Norwegian police are playing as well.

I remember from living at my uncles farm in Kvelde in Norway, in 2005, that I overheard, my uncles neighbour Thor, telling my uncle that, 'they always find a reason'.

I think they were talking about something regarding me.

And I'm wondering if this also could be a reference to this, 'the game'-stuff.

But it could also be something else.

Maybe it's the police that are playing.

Or maybe it's the underworld that's playing.

Or maybe it's both.

And maybe some normal people are playing as well?

I'm not really sure, but I thought I could write about this on the blog, but I guess this is maybe well known already, even if it isn't easy for me tell what other people know, since neighter the Police or anyone else has leveled with me.

So I guess this is probably easier for other people to know.