Friday, August 4
Oslo/Stockholm

I buy a toy helicopter with "Ambulance" and "Emergency Service" on it. When I see it at the airport it reverberates in my head and I just had to have it. The show is fine. I get hugged a few times by people who have come just to see us. A journalist here apparently believes his mission in life is to tell the world how ugly I am, but that's OK. At least it beats being called suicidal.
After the show I play the role of pop star with a much bigger pop star. I have deliberately been avoiding Mr Stipe because I didn't want to make a fool out of myself. Or get mistaken for a stalker. But, tonight we end up playing with Kinder toys and talking about when he met Patti Smith so I feel much better about it all. Go out 'til morning. Do cartwheels and Elvis impersonations.