We were shown around the town, and taken to disused factory buildings and other odd places where art will be revealed this summer. I suppose that I'll be describing all the action in future entries of this blog.

Bjarne suggested I not bother writing about Skien at all, but to instead take pictures of my trip with Jomba to Oslo's city dump and write about that. Unfortunately, I forgot to bring my camera, so you don't get to see us unload an old cooker at the recycling centre. Bjarne, possibly bored out of his mind, even sent us a text message saying that recycling was a lot like reincarnation, so we should recite from the Tibetan Book of the Dead during the car journey.

What I really want to write about is my daily victory over the Jan Terje People. A short while ago I began to get phonecalls from people looking for "Jan Terje". Who he is, I don't know, but his associates obviously don't believe me when I say I am not him. I saved the unbelievers' numbers on my phone, so that every day I can see the words "Jan Terje People" flash across the screen as I decline to answer. Every day I get to enjoy this victory, laughing, laughing at the Jan Terje People.