This night I visited a friend in Lexe just outside of Gävle, some of you might know him as Haddock. He had totally renovated his kitchen and got a kid since I last saw him.

On the way home I got a ride from another friend. When we passed the famous billy goat of hay in Gävle it was surrounded by firefighters. The only thing left was a blackened wood skeleton and a lot of smoke.

A Santa Clause and a gingerbread man had put it on fire some 20 minutes earlier. The method of choice? Fire arrows. And this years billy goat was no longer; it lasted one week.