Welcome to Sweden US Version

Welcome To Sweden – American Style

I caught up tonight with the American version of “Welcome To Sweden” which premiered last night on NBC. “Welcome To Sweden” is a Swedish TV show about an American, Greg Poehler (Amy’s brother) who moves to Sweden, as I’ve blogged previously about here and here.

Taking it from Sweden’s TV4 to NBC, I thought they might have re-shot a few of the scenes in English, but was surprised to discover they went with subtitles instead.

The only “censoring” I spotted was in the sauna scene where they’ve pixelated an image. This is kinda weird, since I don’t actually remember any kind of genital visibility in the original series. Is this a case of “Unnecessary Censorship” Jimmy Kimmel style? Oh yeah, and words like “mf….” are either bleeped or removed.

No doubt they’ll eventually play it on Australian commercial TV for a couple of weeks, then move it to a late night spot, then move it to another channel in another timeslot, and then never play the last few episodes, or maybe they will, but in the wrong order :) Glad I got to see it beforehand.

Phantom Colin

Toast to Colin Anderson

“Colin would have loved this show”, my friend Michaela noted as we enjoyed a half-time drink at “Ruthless – The Musical” at Sydney’s Seymour Theatre tonight. The show was well acted, well sung, it was camp, and it was fun, but it was also deadly serious. It was the kind of show Colin and I would have bought tickets to see togther. Sadly, he passed away last night, and so tonight Michaela and I held our glasses high and remembered him.

I told Michaela tonight about the first time I’d met Colin. It was at the end of 1991 and I’d recently arrived in Wagga (from Renmark) and was invited by a couple of new friends to attend a party at Colin’s place. Although Colin was the Head of Drama at Charles Sturt University for many years, I didn’t know him from a bar of soap. I hardly knew the people who’d invited me. So when Colin walked up to me and asked (with a wry smile), “Who are you and what are you doing here”, I replied, “I was told if I wanted to meet anyone interesting in Wagga, I should meet you”. “You can stay”, he said with a laugh.

Over the next few years our friendship in Wagga blossomed. It was cemented when we both, at similar periods in time, moved to Sydney. With a bite to eat here, and a glass of wine there, we became good friends, sharing a common love of theatre.

In the last few years his health declined dramatically, and so he eventually moved back to Newcastle (to be closer to his family). It’s probably eighteen months, now, since we’ve enjoyed a night at the theatre together. I woke this morning and saw the late night text message from his niece, Helen, that Colin had passed. It wasn’t a surprise. I went to Newcastle on the weekend to say “goodbye”. Though unconscious, I hope he knew I was there. He had been in a lot of pain and discomfort. His passing was, in many ways, a relief. And then tonight, fittingly, I went with a friend to the theatre to see a show Colin would have loved, and toasted the life of a good friend of over twenty years.

Day in Melbourne

It was one of those days. My alarm went off at 4.00am, but I stayed in bed until 4.30am. Being so close to the airport, I figured I could stay in bed until the absolute last minute.

We left Sydney at 6.00am, got to Melbourne 7.35am. I slept most of the way. Caught the bus from the airport into the city. It was an intense day of meetings. I was back at the airport for a flight back to Sydney at 6.30pm, and was home by 8.00pm.

It’s been ages since I’ve been to Melbourne.

I couldn’t decide to take my “bomber jacket” or my “wool jacket”, but in the end chose both, and needed both.