A couple of weeks ago, I travelled to the far north of Sweden. The very far north of Sweden. In fact it was as far as you can travel without falling off the map, if of course your map only…

As the year draws to an end, it’s time to do a quick summary of the year that has gone. I’ve snuck away to my office to write this as the smell of cooking rises up the stairs and as…

A week or so ago I went to Pilsen in the Czech Republic to show our film Big In Sweden at the International Road Movie Festival 

It’s taken me a few days to get round to blogging about it because…

When I was in my final year at university, my friend Tom and I had a simple plan for the future: Move to New York. 

This was back in 1998 and when the internet still hadn’t really come…

In the early 2000's I went to see the brilliant, pranksterfly rap artist Chilly Gonzales at the Scala in King's Cross, London. One of the best live acts I've ever seen, here was a Jewish Canadian rapper who lived…

Henrik Källman and I are on tour. Very possibly the world’s most ill conceived idea in the history of tours, but nonetheless, we are on tour, so suck it up! And it all kicked off on Friday. 

The…

When I was about sixteen, my mum bought me a copy of a book called 'The Hitch-Hiker's Guide To Europe'.

I wasn't sure if giving it to me was a subversive act by my mum, a gentle nudge towards…

This time last week, I was wandering the streets of Tiszafüred, Hungary, trying to find some small remnant of my life there as a twenty year old back in the early nineties. Perhaps I had expected too much, but…

It's almost fifteen years since I was last in Hungary. And about twenty- five since the small town of Tiszafüred was the place I called home. Back then it was like the Wild West, a step back in time…

There’s a lot of north in Sweden. In fact, it’s mostly north. Just take a look at a map. When you think there can’t possibly be any more north there’s a whole load more north even further north…