The Malmö Diva
I’ve taken control of Lady Fi’s blog for the day. Out with that old wanna-be Diane Keaton look-alike has-been – and in with the new exclusive totally hip me!
Serves the old bag right for just leaving me in the middle of yesterday’s interview! I mean, we hadn’t finished talking about the most important thing – ME, the Turning Torso! (You do know who I am, right? I’m the star of yesterday’s post. Try to keep up, will you?)
I probably could see into Swenglishexpat’s mother’s kitchen window if I wanted to. After all, I’m made up of 2,500 windows. But I’d rather have my head in the clouds than worry about what is going on at the lower levels…
As for those of you who wondered about how the lifts work. Well, I have a circular core in my centre, and they whizz up and down in there. It doesn’t half tickle, mind you!
As I soar upwards in graceful beauty, I gaze majestically out over the expanse of water that separates Sweden and Denmark. And there, below me, I can see the magnificent bridge, Öresundsbro, that connects our two countries and allows those lucky Danes to come over to see me!
OK – enough of that bridge! Let’s get back to me, me, me! (I’m not really full of myself, but it’s hard to be modest when you’re as perfect as I am!)
I need your advice: I just can’t decide which colour suits me best when I want to go out for the night and really dazzle! Glittering gold? Bold blue? Or sizzling hot red?