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Last sunset of the winter as seen from Kaivopuisto, Helsinki:





Wonderful night all told. Massive partying at the southern coastline of the city with tens of thousands of mostly younger people dancing and singing the night away. Gallons of skummpa, champagne, and wine. Lovely ladies dancing seductively to some great DJs and live bands.

Finland has left the winter behind and it's now time for serious summer fun.

The snow will be back in around November next, so you gotta make sure every day has some sun and fresh air.

The last of the snowpiles down by the sea:



How about you, Jimmy D?

You spent the night in poring over Keith Woods' tweets, I presume?
 
Plus twenty and clear blue skies here in Helsinki, the happiest capital city on Earth this beautiful Saturday evening.

Stunning day outside, some nice wines chilling in the fridge, my favourite vegetable pie in the oven, and sauna booked for 90mins of wonderful steam.

I love being so happy it registers internationally.

Globally, in fact.

Poor auld Ireland, but?

I had breakfast here at Heitalahti earlier:



Nice tan on my face and upper body: looking good, feeling great!

Is it raining in Ireland?

Again?
 
PS: we just turned 22 degrees, I'm up on the roof having sauna and cold beers.

Sucks being you, though.
 
That's called hypothermia Mowl

It's okay to be stuck in Ireland and jealous of me - honestly.

I'm so fucking happy I can barely smile.

Is everyone dead yet?

Sadly for you, we're just entering the party season: for the next six months it's all guns blazing.

Could be worse though: I could be surrounded in the chaos you call life in Dublin.

All those knackers, the filth everywhere, the junkies on your high streets stumbling into everyone, the fat slags in heels hanging around Temple Bar drinking from cans and banging cheap coke speed up their fat chops. The filth, the scabies of the homeless, the wandering nomads of Syria and Ukraine with their rucksacks and wheelie-carriers full of dirty laundry and fleas.

Grafton Street at night: the tents, the bodies, the puke, the stench of piss, the disinfectant that smells even worse than the dried up shit they're trying to power wash off the busy streets. The oblivious nature of the moneyed classes not letting any of this horror affect their day of shopping for high end handbags and shoes. O'Connell Street at around 2100 - the screaming and yelling, the street fights, the piss, puke, discarded McDonald's wrappers floating on the breeze, broken glass and spit, big green gobs of someone's sinus wobbling in the wind.

The hopelessness.

The misery and sadness everywhere.

The various immigrants from all over Africa getting more and more angry that they haven't been given the house they were promised or the dole they said was guaranteed and copper-fastened. The taste of Dutch Gold becoming more and more repulsive the more of it you neck. The smell of the empty tins on the floor, and the stains on the carpet left by multiple tenants who all slept in and had some sort of sex on that YOU have to lay down on later.

Mowl gets very excited when the Frozen Wasteland thaws for a few weeks..

Better a frozen wasteland full of hot babes and diamond opportunities than the hopelessness you call a life.

maybe one day you'll learn?

maybe it won't even be Keith Woods dragging you along by the nose-ring.

Who knows?

Anything can happen.

And if it doesn't?

Six feet of rope and a decent height above a worn out old three-legged stool.
 
From 2014:

Just reading the story about Michelle Byrne, an Irish mother of three children fined €150.00 for tearing up a flyer for Labour candidate Gerry Sheridan in frustration when he door-stepped her at her family home in Mullingar. Aside from the fact that Sheridan's an obvious buffoon with no concept of reality and a jumped-up view of his own self-importance, that his likes are allowed to door-step people at all is a disgrace.

Illustrated below is a photo of the standard public board erected by the local council in Helsinki for candidates to advertise themselves for the upcoming 2014 European Parliament elections. This is the only means by which candidates are allowed use materials to advertise themselves and their parties. Fly-posting and hiring privately owned bill-boards are not allowed, thereby cutting down on material waste and general eyesore. Door-stepping is almost unheard of in Helsinki. We all live in apartment blocks. In the countryside, houses are tens of miles apart.

That this poor woman has to pay a fine for essentially dismissing Sheridan gives the lie of the general attitude of Irish candidates: pompous, arrogant, self-inflatable, and absolutely shameless.

Keep that in mind when choosing where your vote goes - even if you choose to personally shove yours down Gerry Sheridan's throat
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The Finnish model is crystal clean. Being able to afford more campaign coverage doesn't mean you can. Elections are there for the people to make their own minds up which way they're voting (even if it doesn't matter shit) and every contender has limitations to how much they can throw at their chances of getting elected.

You may set up a speaking/interviewing point in town by applying for a temporary license, and if you get one then you can set up your stall at a designated place where you can address the public about your views. Candidates are NOT allowed to approach people. They can only engage with the public if a citizen wants to talk to them. They set up a stall, a small table usually with a flag to attract attention, and offer flyers to passers by. If there are piles of discarded flyers left without due diligence in cleaning them up for the bin, the candidate will be fined. They won't get a second chance either.

I've stopped to talk to several candidates over the years to discuss their views, and to state my own. The conversation lasts as long as the citizen cares it to, but the candidate may walk away if they choose. The citizen may stand there and continue to speak so long as there's no public disorder rules being flaunted. Like shouting and yelling, threatening, etc. If it's some drunken yob, it's the cops problem to remove them.

You most certainly CANNOT knock on private people's front doors to doorstep them: that'll see you arrested and removed.

You can't fly any posters or otherwise in any place not designated by the law, if you do you will be fined a large fixed penalty.

You can join in television debates, but only by invitation.

You can post videos online at your own expense.

The city erects hundreds of boards/panels like this one at busy points with large footfall, usually around busy junctions for traffic/people. You pay a fee, send in your printed materials, they're either passed or rejected (you cannot include personal views of any sort) and they're maintained by the city until the day of the election, then taken down in the dead of night. If you hang a cardboard poster or two onto a lamppost with cable ties, you will be fined and ordered to remove your materials at your own expense within a fixed time period, failure to do so will result in a larger fine.

The scale of the fines is akin to those issued to graffiti/taggers who are both fined and ordered to clean up the mess they made themselves and at their own expense. Usually hiring a power washer to remove their tags (if they don't know/can't use one, a worker for the city will do it for you but you'll have to pay his fees as well). They'll also likely be given social community service of X number of hours, unpaid. Under age taggers will see their parents take the hit for their misdemeanors. In this light, responsibility goes back to the family unit. If your kids are little bastards, it's your own fault, deal with it.

These rules keep the city clean and fresh. Finland is a very thorough country when it comes to these things. Pro-actively too: the return/deposit scheme has been in effect here since the year dot. You rarely see discarded tins or bottles in public places. Kids or needy people grab them and get the deposit. If you're caught dumping you get fined a fixed penalty. This includes your picnic basket containers and wrappers.

These laws apply to all people equally, especially including political candidates - they have an onus to set a good example.

One time several years back, a local Green party candidate stuck an A3 sized paper flyer with her name, party, picture, and election number on the outer wall of the local supermarket shopping centre. I took a photo of it and posted it to one popular community site, pointing out that the green party member had stuck it to the wall using about two feet of duct-tape. Seriously. I made the point that a green party member being so fucking thick about the environment was hardly to their credit.

The community agreed.

By and large, people were both amused and angry at her explanation when she found out about it.

'I'm a mother of three kids, my husband works abroad and blah, blah, blah..'

So I engaged with her pointing out that not only were her three kids being set a lousy example, that if she was already overburdened with domestic affairs, then she was hardly a good candidate. The community agreed. She then said that she didn't have any regular sellotape or paste handy at the time. I made the point that she shouldn't have hung the flyer there in the first place - the law forbids it. The community agreed. She said she was very sorry things had gone this way and that it would never happen again. Both I and the community agreed.

She went out the same day and took her flyer(s) down.

On election day, she flopped: nobody in the community forgot her name or her bullshit.

Her election/advertising fees were left fully in her name to pay up afterwards.

Even little things like this make a huge difference on the national scale: it keeps the political class on their toes.

Like the state media minister who did a live TV interview in her lounge at home, a massive screen on the wall behind her. One intrepid journalist decided to check her television license fees and saw that she had none. Ever. So when she was busted they made her pay a large fine for all the missed years without a license stretching back to the age when she left the family home. Her party booted her out too, and when you're resigned, you may not enter politics again. You'll instead be reminded of your previous errors and told to fuck off.

Or you could do things the Irish way, right?
 
And they're off:



Does that Coleman chap suffer from blindness?

Seven copies of the same billboard all within a couple of meters of each other?

It's mind-boggling how stupid Irish people are at times: there's even a rainbow-flagged poster for some jogging event from Easter.

By the time the vote arrives, you'll be looking at millions of filthy cable-ties and piles of piss-stinking wet cardboard around the bottom of your lampposts.

You can't teach the stubborn Irish anything - they're the most self-destructive fuckers anywhere in Europe.
 

What a shift! Today we have 19 degrees and clear blue skies, and by tomorrow it'll shoot up to a balmy 25 degrees in the direct sun. Maybe even a little higher. This is what I love about the Finnish seasons: they start and end distinctly and abruptly. No piss-assing around, snow piles around the city limits are still slowly melting as they serve as a great reminder of the nature of Nordic extremes.

We've another six months minimum of this ahead of us, so the atmosphere has completely changed for all of us, whether in the city or in the wilds.

It's nice to have wilds.
 
Twenty-five degrees on the beach but even higher on the balcony - which is a suntrap.

I'm especially happy right now because even with these high temperatures, many types of trees and bushes haven't even budded yet, never mind bloomed. There are still signs of the past winter's snow piles, but they're draining off fast. It'll be another two to three weeks before all the trees are blooming and floating on the breeze.

I love a good winter, a Nordic kick in the skull.

But even more than that I love the end of it where we hop into a brief springtime mode before hitting the summer highs.

And...



The parks are filling up, the newspapers are showing images from a very crowded Hietalahti beach across town, a hot summer favourite for all Helsinki people, but mostly gaggles of nubile girlies and their pals swanning around. I might even take a ride across town to see how things are going. A very exciting time, a very lovely time too. Another winter - quashed.

 
And they're off:



Does that Coleman chap suffer from blindness?

Seven copies of the same billboard all within a couple of meters of each other?

It's mind-boggling how stupid Irish people are at times: there's even a rainbow-flagged poster for some jogging event from Easter.

By the time the vote arrives, you'll be looking at millions of filthy cable-ties and piles of piss-stinking wet cardboard around the bottom of your lampposts.

You can't teach the stubborn Irish anything - they're the most self-destructive fuckers anywhere in Europe.


I'll tell you one thing for sure. At least one of those candidates needs their home laptop checking by the Gardai.
 
The poor fuckers in the house behind the hedges must be livid.

And if they tear down the posters, they get fined?

Nice one, Ireland.

You utter buffoons.
 
Day six of this heatwave and the cooler air coming in off the cold sea mingling with warmer air inland is causing a huge energy build-up with a massive thunder and lightning storm about to begin. I have the top floor and barbecue deck booked for the evening with friends coming from up the country. Thankfully, the deck is half covered and half exposed. The rumbling of clouds is loud and the tension very high.

Currently sitting at 26 Celsius but likely to get even warmer as the evening rolls in.

Both thunder and lightning with some northern lights at the same time is likely: clouds to the south and clear skies looking north.

Deadly.
 
"Happiest country in the world"


 
That's Sweden, you dopey fucking cunt.

Sweden - like Ireland, has NEVER been selected as a happy place to live.

I visit often - but would I consider living there?

Fuck no.
 
Holy moley: it's twenty-nine degrees in the shade up here in the world's happiest nation.

Babes all over the place in tiny summer dresses, and summer's not officially even here yet.

How's it where you are, Jimmy?

Damp?
 
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