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Stikkord: 80-tallet

  • Det her er den gjengen, fra Drammen, (Depeche/Lyche-gjengen), som min søster, Pia Ribsskog, var i, på slutten av 80-tallet

    depeche gjengen

    PS.

    Min søsters venninne, på den her tiden, Cecilie Hyde, (som Pia nesten tok med, da hun flyttet inn hos meg, på slutten av 1988), hun var vel nesten som en leder, for denne såkalte Depeche/Lyche-gjengen.

    (Etter Depeche Mode, som var favorittbandet til Cecilie Hyde, og etter Cafe Lyche, i Drammen, hvor de folka pleide å samles, ihvertfall det skoleåret jeg var russ i Drammen, nemlig 1988/89, husker jeg).

    Min søsters andre venninner, som hun bodde sammen med i bofelleskap, i Christies Gate, i Oslo, da jeg var i militæret, (nemlig skoleåret 1992/93), Monica Lyngstad og Siv Hansen, (begge fra Røyken vel), var også i den gjengen, mener jeg å huske, (ihvertfall hu Monica Lyngstad vel).

    For søstera mi pleide å dra meg med på fester i Drammen, osv., det skoleåret, og hu hadde også ‘Depeche-fest’, hjemme hos meg, i Leirfaret på Bergeråsen.

    Og der var da også hu Camilla Skriung, som seinere ble leder i Natur og Ungdom vel, og ‘dama’ hennes, ei litt sjenert jente med lyst hår vel.

    Samt folk som Heidi, (lita, med mørkt hår), Stian, Terje Bakken vel, og en som het Andreas, som solgte bakte poteter, på Bragernes Torg, i helgene.

    Søstera mi kjente også noen nynazister, som hu festa sammen med.

    En som het Kjetil, blant annet, vel.

    Samt at hu var sammen med en kar fra Drammen, (en kamerat av Kenneth Ek vel), som hadde utstående ører, (og het Per-Håkon, eller noe, vel).

    Men men.

    Bare noe jeg tenkte på.

    Men vi får se hva som skjer.

    Vi får se.

    Mvh.

    Erik Ribsskog

  • Mer fra Sari Arokivi




    • Erik Ribsskog

      23. februar

      Erik Ribsskog


      • Hi there Sari,

        how are you?

        I've tried to send you some e-mails, to your employer.

        I don't know if you've gotten them

        Have a blog now:

        http://johncons-mirror.blogspot.com/

        (I'm also living in the UK as a refugee.

        I've overheard I'm followed by the 'mafian', in Oslo, in 2003 and 2004.

        A bunch of people/gangsters tried to murder me, in Larvik, in 2005, so I ran away from Norway and ended up in Liverpool.

        Things were more easy in Brighton, in the summer of 1989, I think.

        But anyway, just thought I'd try to send a Facebook-message.

        Best regards,

        Erik Ribsskog


    • Sari Arokivi

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      Sari Arokivi


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      • Hi! Nice to hear something about you altough the things you told me aren´t so nice. I´m living here in East of Finland and teatcing children to dance. So my hobby has turned to be my job. No, we are having the midnight summer fest here in Finland with my best friend Kati like 22 years ago. I think that was the day we last time saw each other :)


    • Erik Ribsskog

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      Erik Ribsskog


      • Ok,

        on the train-station in Shoreham?

        We were a bit unkind since the train had to wait a while I think, when we said good-bye.

        Is Kati the one from Korea?

        Very nice to hear from you Sari.

        Why did you move from Vantaa?

        (I was at the airport near Vantaa one night, in 2005, while I was a bit shock, after hearing I was followed by some mafia.

        To open the mini-bar, one had to go to the reception and get a key, and it was a bit dusty there.

        I just stayed one night at the hotel, and went to Munich the next day, from the airport.

        The hotel was a bit like Russia, I think, (even if I haven't been there), but it was nice winter-weather with sun, and even if it was some minus-degrees, it didn't feel that cold, I think.

        I don't think they have midsummer-party in the UK, here in Liverpool, where I live now.

        Tell me if you are going to the UK/Brighton, we could have a pint/drink again.

        I was at the Odeon Cinema, in Brighton, were we met, (and Kati), in 1989, the Christmas before last.

        They had refurbished, and moved the bar you sat in, to the first floor.

        But anyway, nice to hear from you.

        The Hudson-familiy have moved to Soutwick, and don't live in Gordon Rd., where you went with me a couple of times.

        I tried to find them in Soutwick, but left the Christimas-presants at the video-rental.

        But I saw the community-centre, where you went to summer-school.

        Say hi to your sister and 'Freddy', (the guy with the Freddy Kruger t-shirt in your class), and your teacher.

        (Only joking with the last ones).

        Have you worked with Anna Riski, who was a collegue of mine, at Arvato's Microsoft-activation, here in Liverpool, in 2005 and 2006, who studied dance at Liverpool John Moore University, I think.

        Best regards,

        Erik Ribsskog

        PS.

        Thanks for the postcard you sent when your class in Finland was on a school-trip in Stockholm, I got it sent to where I lived the first year I studied in Oslo, (at Abildsø), if I remember right.

        Have a nice midsummer if I don't hear anything more!


    • Sari Arokivi

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      Sari Arokivi


      • You`ve had a bad luck with the finnish hotel if it looked like a russian cemetary. You realy weren`t even near the Russia witch was great ;) I live now about 500 m from the russian border and will never go over that`s for sure :D. I moved here in 1996 after I graduated from the Kuopio Academy of Dance, mostly because I got a good job here. I know the name of Anna Riski, but I don`t know Anna herself. She`s got something to do with finnish dancelife I assume. I haven`t seen or heard anyone of those who were in Brighton with me that summer (not even you, sorry) except of cause Kati who is my dear sister. I know you don`t have midsummer festival in UK, cause we had our own party at the beach of Brighton after you took the train. I can`t forgot the hangover next day :( . But now the summer evening is the most beautiful and I`ve got to go swimming! Bye!


    • Erik Ribsskog

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      Erik Ribsskog


      • Hi Sari,

        thank you very much for your message!

        Anna Riski, she don't have any family I think, because she asked me for advice on how to get a loan in the bank, in 2005 or 2006.

        But anyway.

        In Norway I now have a kind of steph-cousin, Isa Ingebrigtsen, who is half Finnish/Russian.

        She posts pictures of herselves on the internet, a couple of years ago, with only wearing Bjørn Borg boxer-shorts, which were white, and partly see-through, so one could see her private parts.

        Her father is dead, and she's just a teen-ager still, and her mother, (which my 'strange' uncle Martin was with), Grethe Ingebrigtsen, has a psychological diagnose, according to my sister Pia, (which I maybe haven't told about, she was in Amsterdam and Spain with her friend Cecilie Hyde the summer we met in Brighton. My sister ran out of money in Spain, and my father only wanted to send 300 NOK, (he had gone bankrupt), and I was out of money after celebrating last year at Upper Secondary School, (like we really celebrate in Norway, for months for some reason), so my sister was horribly mad, when she got home from Spain, and blamed me since my father only wanted to send her 300 NOK when she ran out of money there.

        I've tried to get someone to contact Isa, and tell her how to sit on pictures etc., since she don't have any responsible parents, I think, but I don't know if Anna Riski contacted her.

        (Since both of them are (at least partly) Finnish, I mean.

        Isn't Isa a Finnish name?

        Her sister is named Andrea and their brother is named Risto.

        Someone tried to murder me on the farm they lived on, which I worked on, in 2005, so I ran to Liverpool.

        I remember your very beautiful green eyes, from Brighton.

        I write a blog, it would have been fun to have a picture of you where you show your eyes on the blog, but it's not that important :)

        Ok, so Kati was your sister.

        I remeber her, she sat besides you at summer-school.

        And was one or two years younger than you.

        Both of you were very beautiful, I think.

        You acted fine, and didn't talk loud or laugh in the class-room, I remember.

        Cecilie Hyde wanted me to go to Brighton, (for some reason and dragged me to the travel-agents in Drammen, in Norway).

        I didn't have many plans there, that's why I went to your summer-school, which was were I was at summer-school myself with my third-cousin ØA aka. Øystein Andersen, the summer before.

        I grew up alone, in Norway, but the last year before I moved to study in Oslo, Cecilie Hyde and my sister Pia, moved in with me, that's how I knew Hyde.

        This was in the months before I went to Brighton, that summer, in 1989, I guess it was.

        In Norway, midsummer has been a bit hi-jacked, I guess, by the Christians.

        Did you wear a cross, around your neck, do I remember right?

        In Norway, mid-summer is called St. Johns Eve, and we burn fires, on the beaches.

        But it's not like in Sweden, where it is a more important, and Norse holiday, I think.

        Is midsummer a Christian tradition in Finland?

        I guess not, since you drank so much.

        The reason I didn't go with you, was that it was my last night, in Brighton, that summer, and I thought I had to stay with the host-family, (from the summer before), since they arranged a party for me.

        You wanted to celebrate midsummer, at the beach, and that's ok I guess, since it perhaps would have been difficult to get home to Southwick were you lived I think it was, from Shoreham.

        Who knows.

        I don't know what happened to the rabbit I showed you, in Gordon Rd., in the garden were I used to play fotball, with my host-familiy, and others.

        The rabitt in the cage there, but it was probably eaten I guess.

        The rabitt in the garden to the Hudson-family, (which you maybe remember, who were a jolly family, who let us student drink and smoke etc., so I didn't have to go to the beach to do that).

        I went to Brighton the next summer as well, then with my third-cousin Øystein again.

        We lived with the Hudsons in Gordon Rd. again.

        But I remember I missed you a bit, and I think I sent you a post-card.

        But my younger third-cousin was a bit stressing, so I don' think my hand-writing was fine.

        It was the world-cup, 1990, and there were riots in Brighton, and someone, (a gang), at the disco Top Rank, ran after me, for some reason, and wanted to beat me up.

        You said some bad things to a guy at Churchill Sq., who harassed us, and I gave him my milk-shake, (since I thought he was a poor 'bum'), and he threw the milk-shake over my head.

        So that was embarrasing, that's for sure.

        You complained I didn't was the milk-shake properly out of my hair, the next day, or so.

        I grew up alone, and didn't perhaps have that good hygiene, but I lived in shared flats etc., in Oslo, with people who showered every day, so I caught a bit up on things like that as a student.

        Thanks for writing, it's nice to remember those days in Brighton, some times, if things aren't that fun.

        We had our ups and downs, in those quite few days, (a week or so, I think), but at least we had some fine time, like I said to you, when you went on the train to the midsummer-party, on my last day there.

        Thanks again for you message, and say to your sister.

        Have a fun day at the beach.

        Liverpool isn't that good for swimming I think, it's very much tide here.

        In the neigbour-river Dee, it's an island, where one can walk to, when it's tide.

        A kilometer or two walk on the bottom of the river.

        That was fun, but one have to check the time, because suddently the tide comes back, and then one have to get back to shore.

        Tell me if you go to UK, I could show you that strange island, if you want.

        It's maybe half an hours walk, on the bottom of the ocean.

        Something like this.

        Have a nice day/summer!

        Best regards,

        Erik Ribsskog








  • St. Hansaften på Bergeråsen

    På slutten av 70-tallet, så pleide folk på Bergeråsen, å feire St. Hans, ved at de samlet seg, på Ulviksletta, rett nedenfor Ulvikfjellet, for å grille og drikke.

    Jeg var faktisk med på St. Hansfeiringa, på Bergeråsen, sommeren 1979, (mener jeg det var).

    Siden jeg var på ferie hos faren min.

    Jeg var vant til å klatre, fra hagen til min mormor og morfar, Ingeborg og Johannes Ribsskog, i Nevlunghavn, blant annet.

    Så jeg klatra nesten opp i toppen av Ulvikfjellet, husker jeg.

    Og så ned på alle Bergeråsen-folka, (som jeg ikke kjente, de fleste av).

    Men sommeren 1980.

    Den første sommeren jeg bodde på Bergeråsen, (etter at jeg ble sendt dit fra mora mi i Larvik, Karen Ribsskog).

    Så hadde jeg gleda meg lenge til St. Hansfeiring, osv.

    (Jeg var så glad i julaften, og sånne feiringer, som barn).

    Men, så like før St. Hansaften, 1980, så sier faren min til meg.

    At nei, det blir ikke noe St. Hansfeiring, i år.

    For leder av Bergeråsen Vel, Ruth Furuheim, orka ikke å arrangere det likevel.

    Siden sønnen hennes døde i hagen til Petter og Christian Grønli, og de, vinteren før.

    Og jeg var jo bare ni år enda, så jeg ble jo potte sur.

    For det var jo mange måneder siden dette dødsfallet hadde skjedd, (i en snøhule, som raste sammen, over kameraten, da Petter og Christian var inne og spiste middag).

    Og de kunne jo kanskje ha ordna dette på en mer, hva heter det, en mer, hm.

    En mer ikke effektiv.

    Men mer.

    Hm.

    De kunne kanskje ha ordna det på en mer.

    Hm.

    *Jernteppe*

    De kunne kanskje ha ordna det på en mer smidig måte, kan man kanskje si.

    Kanskje noen i Bergeråsen Vel burde ha spurt Ruth Furuheim, om noen andre kanskje skulle ta ansvaret for St. Hans-feiringa, det året?

    Men dette var en trist tid, husker jeg.

    Og etter det, så ble det vel aldri St. Hansfeiring, på Ulviksletta igjen.

    Ihvertfall ikke før sommeren etter, eller når det var, når Hans Martin Fallan, (i klassen til Christell), skulle begynne slåsskamp mot meg der, husker jeg.

    Av en eller annen grunn.

    Noe han også gjorde en annen gang, (av en for meg like uforståelig grunn), oppe i Ulvikveien, med sin bror, Carl Fredrik, (som gikk i klassen min), som en slags sekundant/slåsskamp-dommer da.

    Så det var mye rart på Bergeråsen, det er helt sikkert.

    Bare noe jeg tenkte på.

    Men vi får se hva som skjer.

    Vi får se.

    Mvh.

    Erik Ribsskog

    PS.

    Det er kanskje litt spesielt for Bergeråsen, at folk samla seg, til St. Hans, på en slette, med masse mygg osv., i skyggen av et fjell, for å grille.

    Det vanlige, (ihvertfall lenger sør i Vestfold vel).

    Det ville vel vært å samla seg nede ved fjorden, (altså i selve Ulvika da), og også kanskje hatt et St. Hans-bål der.

    Men det kan jeg ikke huske at dem hadde.

    (Selv om jeg husker at dem hadde det på nabostedet Berger, nede ved fjorden der, i Bergerbukta da, heter det vel, hvor jeg og søstera mi var med faren vår da, en St. Hans, rundt 1976 eller 1977 kanskje.

    Når jeg husker at Rune Kraft, (en sønn av min fars kamerat, som bodde i Oslo, på Furuset vel, og som hadde en mor som bodde på Berger, like ved veien som gikk langs Fossekleiva, like oppafor bedehuset), og/eller broren, kasta tare, (eller noe), på St. Hans-bålet, og at det lukta veldig råttent og fælt, når han gjorde det.

    Den lukta husker jeg enda).

    Og det hadde dem også ved hytta til Frode Kølner og dem, husker jeg, en sommer jeg var der.

    (At faren til Frode Kølner ‘babla’ om noe St. Hans-bål da, som ble lagt opp, her eller der, da.

    Kanskje det var i nærheten av den tyske bunkersen, som det også hendte, at dem, (eller ihvertfall Frode), pleide å prate om, (og vise fram), der da.

    Men men).

    Og den hytta lå i Brunlanes, ikke langt fra Lydhus-stranda der, mener jeg at det heter.

    Og en sommer så var vi også der, med faren min og Haldis, på en hytte ikke så langt unna.

    Og den hytta fikk vi låne.

    Og plutselig, så måtte vi dra tilbake til Bergeråsen.

    Og den hytta var det en ‘pamp’ i KRF, (eller om det var en annen kristelig organisasjon), som eide.

    (Som jeg ikke er i nærheten av å huske navnet på.

    Dette var et navn jeg vel bare hørte den ferien.

    Og den ferien er vel snart 30 år siden nå, vil jeg vel si.

    Men men).

    Og han dukka opp på hytta, uventet da, eller ‘før skjema’, så da fikk vi visst plutselig en dag kortere ferie, eller noe.

    Men men.

    Så det lukter kanskje litt Johanitterorden, av faren min og Haldis, må jeg vel kanskje si.

    Men men.

    Men jeg kjenner vel ikke faren min så bra.

    For først så bodde jeg hos mora mi, i Larvik, og så lot faren min meg bo aleine.

    Og så har jeg bodd i Oslo og i England, (for meg selv, de fleste av årene, men også innimellom i noen forskjellige bofelleskap da).

    Så faren min er litt som en gåtefull person for meg, vil jeg vel kanskje si.

    Men men.

    Selv om han er faren min.

    Så sånn er det.

    Selv om det kanskje høres rart ut.

    Men vi får se hva som skjer.

    Vi får se.

    PS 2.

    Her er mer om dette:

    mer om st hansaften bergeråsen

    http://www.disnorge.no/gravminner/vis.php?mode=fy

    PS 3.

    En annen ting jeg tenker på.

    Det er det, at han Thor Furuheim, han gutten som døde i den snøhule-ulykka, i hagen til Petter og Christian og de, i 1980.

    (I Havnehagen 4).

    Han var jo heller ikke alene om å dø, i akkurat Havnehagen 4, på begynnelsen av 80-tallet.

    Et år senere cirka, så døde mora til Petter og Christian, ikke i hagen utafor Havnehagen 4, men i stua i Havnehagen 4.

    (Hvor ei av sjefsdamene, som jeg hadde på CC Storkjøp, i Drammen, på slutten av 80-tallet, da hadde flytta til.

    Etter at Petter og Christian hadde flytta til faren sin, i Mexico, (og senere Spania).

    Carlotto, (eller Carl Otto), Grønli heter faren).

    Og hu Tove Grønli var jo også ganske ung.

    Hu var vel rundt 30 år da hu døde kanskje.

    Og Kripos dukka opp der, husker jeg.

    Og faren min sa, litt seinere, at Kripos hadde funnet ut at hu døde av hjerneblødning.

    Stefaren til Petter og Christian.

    En kar ved navn, tja.

    Hm.

    Willy, vel.

    Fra Drammen, tror jeg.

    Han dukka opp på døra vår, i Hellinga 7B, og ville prate med faren min.

    Og fortalte at Tove var død.

    Så vi var kanskje de første som fikk vite det.

    Faren min bodde da egentlig nede hos Haldis.

    Og at han satt, ‘hos meg’, (og så på mesterskap i skøyter), på en søndag.

    (Hvor Norge vant gull, sølv og bronsje).

    Det var _veldig_ sjeldent.

    Men men.

    PS 4.

    Her er mer om dette:

    tove grønli gravsten

    http://www.disnorge.no/gravminner/bilde.php?id=1250276

  • Mer fra Sari Arokivi




    • Erik Ribsskog

      23. februar

      Erik Ribsskog


      • Hi there Sari,

        how are you?

        I've tried to send you some e-mails, to your employer.

        I don't know if you've gotten them

        Have a blog now:

        http://johncons-mirror.blogspot.com/

        (I'm also living in the UK as a refugee.

        I've overheard I'm followed by the 'mafian', in Oslo, in 2003 and 2004.

        A bunch of people/gangsters tried to murder me, in Larvik, in 2005, so I ran away from Norway and ended up in Liverpool.

        Things were more easy in Brighton, in the summer of 1989, I think.

        But anyway, just thought I'd try to send a Facebook-message.

        Best regards,

        Erik Ribsskog


    • Sari Arokivi

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      Sari Arokivi


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    • Sari Arokivi

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      Sari Arokivi


      • Hi! Nice to hear something about you altough the things you told me aren´t so nice. I´m living here in East of Finland and teatcing children to dance. So my hobby has turned to be my job. No, we are having the midnight summer fest here in Finland with my best friend Kati like 22 years ago. I think that was the day we last time saw each other :)


    • Erik Ribsskog

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      Erik Ribsskog


      • Ok,

        on the train-station in Shoreham?

        We were a bit unkind since the train had to wait a while I think, when we said good-bye.

        Is Kati the one from Korea?

        Very nice to hear from you Sari.

        Why did you move from Vantaa?

        (I was at the airport near Vantaa one night, in 2005, while I was a bit shock, after hearing I was followed by some mafia.

        To open the mini-bar, one had to go to the reception and get a key, and it was a bit dusty there.

        I just stayed one night at the hotel, and went to Munich the next day, from the airport.

        The hotel was a bit like Russia, I think, (even if I haven't been there), but it was nice winter-weather with sun, and even if it was some minus-degrees, it didn't feel that cold, I think.

        I don't think they have midsummer-party in the UK, here in Liverpool, where I live now.

        Tell me if you are going to the UK/Brighton, we could have a pint/drink again.

        I was at the Odeon Cinema, in Brighton, were we met, (and Kati), in 1989, the Christmas before last.

        They had refurbished, and moved the bar you sat in, to the first floor.

        But anyway, nice to hear from you.

        The Hudson-familiy have moved to Soutwick, and don't live in Gordon Rd., where you went with me a couple of times.

        I tried to find them in Soutwick, but left the Christimas-presants at the video-rental.

        But I saw the community-centre, where you went to summer-school.

        Say hi to your sister and 'Freddy', (the guy with the Freddy Kruger t-shirt in your class), and your teacher.

        (Only joking with the last ones).

        Have you worked with Anna Riski, who was a collegue of mine, at Arvato's Microsoft-activation, here in Liverpool, in 2005 and 2006, who studied dance at Liverpool John Moore University, I think.

        Best regards,

        Erik Ribsskog

        PS.

        Thanks for the postcard you sent when your class in Finland was on a school-trip in Stockholm, I got it sent to where I lived the first year I studied in Oslo, (at Abildsø), if I remember right.

        Have a nice midsummer if I don't hear anything more!








    PS.

    Her er mer om Sari Arokivi, (som også har veldig pene grønne øyne, som man ikke kan se her):

    mer om sari arokivi

    http://www.tost.fi/opettajat/sari_arokivi/

  • Noen lurer på hvor høy min fars stesønn Viggo Snoghøj, (bodybuilderen), er. Han er vel ca. 1.85 vel. Men han er vel mer kjent for å være brei enn høy

    høyde viggo snoghøj

    PS.

    Her kan man se Viggo i et seminar om bodybuilding og kosthold osv. vel, i Danmark.

    (Jeg har selv vært med på et lignende seminar med Viggo faktisk.

    På treningsstudioet på Stovner Senter, mens jeg gikk på ungdomsskolen tror jeg det må ha vært, altså på første halvdel av 80-tallet vel, (da jeg var med faren min og Haldis dit, antagelig siden jeg hadde hjulpet med å levere noen vannsenger, eller noe).

    Bare noe jeg tenkte på).

    Men men.

    Så sånn er det.

    Mvh.

    Erik Ribsskog

    PS 2.

    Her er mer om dette:

    PS 3.

    Enda mer om dette:

    PS 4.

    Første gang jeg hørte om Arnold Schwarzenegger.

    Det var vel faktisk fra Viggo.

    For Arnold Schwarzenegger, hadde blitt Mr. Universe, i bodybuilding, på 70-tallet vel, og var vel Viggo sitt største forbilde, på begynnelsen av 80-tallet, da faren min traff hans mor Haldis, (hvis jeg husker riktig).

    Så da min tremenning ØA, aka. Øystein Andersen, noen år seinere dukka opp på Bergeråsen, med Stallone og Schwarzenegger-filmer, så hadde jeg vel faktisk hørt om begge to, fra før.

    Tro det eller ei.

    Så sånn var det.

    Bare noe jeg tenkte på.

    Men vi får se hva som skjer.

    Vi får se.