A day filled with sometimes wine and sometimes water. The water was Stefan when he slippers me up with 2-1 in the badminton match. I played as a rake first two sets but stalk me in the third. Illa is only the first name.
Have worked a little to sort out the paper that I and several UFO-Sweden-members bought from the British UFOLOGIST Philip Mantle a few weeks ago. Above all, it is over a hundred pages of typed notes on various ufofall with beings involved as it has for several years deceased Flying Sauce Review-editor Gordon Creighton has compiled. The compilation is probably made sometime in the 60s and says a lot about Creighton's own interest.
I have also responded to any letters. Can actually a lot of standard letters in addition to the flood of emails that are constantly pouring into. Went to Semic to retrieve a nyinkommet as well as a copy of my book "Stories of the unknown" which comes out in kartonnage now.
At work I called up Ingvar Oldsberg and did a short interview about his mansion, which now have respite when a broker has entered with one million. Otherwise, the bankruptcy had been close. Oldsberg was nice but a little thrown into the language, not as stringent as it is accustomed to make him to "On the track".
The evening, or rather the end of it, went in Saab's character. It may be you read about DN.se.
