Monday, 22 September 2008

Cobblestones and Misguided Souls

The word cobblestone often brings to mind a picture of knights in shining armour, castles, moats and lovely damsels in distress. This shimmer of romance was clouded a few days ago by an incident in the Scanian City of Malmoe.

A group of ‘Reclaim the Streets’ demonstrators went amok in the city centre. The police were called in but were ordered by their chiefs not to act even when they saw the mob prising cobblestones off the streets and hurling them at shop windows … the reason being we should accept some broken windows as opposed to further potential damage should the police do what they were sent there to do.

In the midst of all this chaos the police were also ordered to remove their helmets so they could look the mob in the eye and have a heart-to-heart chat with those poor misguided souls.

As a law-abiding and tax-paying inhabitant of this otherwise delightful Land of Pippi Longstocking, I am speechless.

Tuesday, 9 September 2008

New Money, Old Game

For tax-weary inhabitants of this country, a tax break would be more than welcome. But, believe it or not, there is one group of workers who have insisted on being given the privilege of paying tax. They work their butts off but are not eligible for sick pay. "Enough is enough," they said. "Now we want to be treated like everyone else."

"That shouldn't be a problem," said a spokesperson for the Income Tax Department. "All they have to do is provide receipts to their clients whose names may be omitted if so desired."

So bang away, hookers. Join the crowd and fill the state coffers.


Thursday, 4 September 2008

What's in a Name?

A friend of mine called Eric Johansson is considering changing his surname to something like Vallmoblad (Poppyleaf) which he knows will be quite unique, unlike Johansson which is the most common surname in Sweden. When asked for the reason he jokingly replied that he was tired of being told “Sorry, we’re full” whenever he calls to book a table at an exclusive restaurant.

Jokes aside, it is not an uncommon practice for Swedes with surnames ending in –son (like Persson or Karlsson) to change to something less common. Perhaps it is a sign that social homogenisation has reached a stage where people want to stand out and be noticed.

There is also a tendency these days for parents to give their children uncommon first names like Metallica (a hard rock band). But they have to contend with the Registrar of Names who have a tendency to reject names which in their opinion may cause future problems for the poor kids. Like the couple who wanted to call their son Grus (Gravel) but was stopped by the Registrar who suggested that they call him Sten (Stone) instead, a common boy’s name in days of yore.

Then there is the sad story of a Russian immigrant, a lady called Svetlana Diatchkova. She is a graduate teacher with 18 years of teaching experience in her home country. She has applied for more than 400 jobs here over the past 18 months but has never been called up for an interview. Her friends have suggested that she change her name to something more local. Perhaps as Svea Danielsson she might have better luck.

So what’s in a name? Apparently, somewhat more than you're inclined to think.