Last night at 11pm or so I was walking home from the cinema with my friend
after having watched Control (good film btw, R.I.P. Ian Curtis) here at the
Rockumentary film festival. Then we see this oldish man, obviously piss drunk,
trip and fall head first on this slab of concrete, what is is, a bollard? We
were 100% certain the guy was dead, it looked absolutely terrifying the way he
fell on it. But no, when we went there to help him and lifted him up, he was
ok. Still piss drunk and couldn't get anything even remotely understandable
out of his mouth, but he was ok. That guy must have had a guardian angel
watching him or something, we were so sure he was dead. Anyway, we kept him
company for 15mins while waiting for the ambulance. That guy probably has
still no idea whatsoever how close to dying he was last night.

Also watched another documentary on thursday during the Rockumentary film
festival here. It was about Sigur Ros, the Icelandic group with a very orignal
sound. The documentary was called Heima ("at home") and it concentrated on the
free tour around Iceland that Sigur Ros did a while ago. The documentary was
beautifully shot, black and white, maybe with a bit too much trickery with the
images at times, but still breathtaking. The image it painted of Iceland, the
band itself and especially all the regular Icelandic people was amazing. Made
me wish I was Icelandic myself and not stuck here in Finland with all these
fucking junttiäijäs.