On my first visit to Sahlgrenska casualty department my attention was focused, albeit blurrily, on two things: the swish flooring tiles and the fact that I was wearing socks with slip-on sandals in a public place. I can however excuse myself on both points.

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I noted with interest this week that GP has biblically titled Kållered centre: “the square that God forgot”. Such blasphemy doesn’t sit well with me, not least because the old man with the beard probably considers all things Swedish among his greatest work, nor indeed because it is a depressing place - more an accidental lack of life skulking around a transport interchange. This is not to reflect badly on...

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It was the spring of 1981 and school was out for good (cue suitableAlice Cooper song)! Or, at least it was for this sixteen-year-old South London schoolboy. If only I had been as good at the rest of my subjects as I was at football, then I may have gone to amaze the dons at Oxford or Cambridge. As it was, I ended up at neither of those famous institutions.

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When I moved to Göteborg in 2003, I wasn’t sure of what to expect. Sure, I had been on holiday here the year before and I loved the city but what would it be like to actually live here? Armed with a handful of kronor and a few essentials, I began to take in what Göteborg had to offer.

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The other day I heard a fellow student, who had recently moved to Göteborg, say that when he moves to a new city he wants to "get lost". He informed me that this was unfortunately not the case when he arrived in Göteborg. Honestly, Göteborg is not as big as Berlin or London, and definitely not comparable to Tokyo. But, the absence of a feeling of "getting lost" soon after arrival does not necessarily mean one may know a city so easily.

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