Brick on my head, im in Pain and the Six byway walk through Vintage heaven..

Sebben is keeping it real, vintage and above average with regards to what is considered sexy... How can one not dig it... I know that I do. Do you? ;-)

Today brought fourth scents of glory aka a ton om flowers, polka music, chicks dressed as 1950s hairdressers, a Johnny Depp wannabe, bohemians, anarchists, good coffee, vintage clothing, pins and needles, glasses, God, and over priced spandex. It was a day of challenging funm amongst a horde of people with attitude, bagels, soft-ice and good spirit.

Sebben went on one of his famous Sunday walks... though I think the Sunday walk remains only famous to himself. It was a glorious time that included all the aforementioned things above.

The adventure began at Shoreditch and the Columbia Road Flower Market, then it bore over to Brick Lane where I picked up some gifts and some sweet glasses. After looking into every vintage store on the lane, I found my self at Liverpool st. and later Angel, where I found God. Or should I say that she/he/it found me. We had a cup of Coffee together, resolved some disputes, shared the love and went our separate ways in peace and happiness. We are good friends now.

Today made me think and made me appreciate to a, seriously delicious extent. I came across this poster that abides to everything one should tend to stand for. See "Kill your TV" poster please =)

I was walking along Columbia Road and I came across this Puppy. "Thank you", I thought, it is exactly what I was thinking today, when I woke up, and what I have labeled as a must have mantra for one and all. Keep busy, and never be home, except at night, when you need to sleep. Stop sitting... in-front of your computer, unless working, and if there is SUN outside, GO OUT and spin in circles.... The fruits of life need to be enjoyed, no matter how mundane your actions might seem to your self or to others. Be individual and enjoy the outside. Get Time Out and make sure that it gives you no Time out...

The vintage and peoples old crap is lovely.. Weird how much used, I was willing to purchase today, and make new.. Thank the lord for willpower to say no to one self. Though I must admit... A few random purchases were made that were totally necessary.

Today was a fun one, as I saw a lot of awesome stuff. The puppets were wicked and the idea of finally considering a homestead purchase was decided upon. I need to decorate with this: ---->
Im keeping it short today and I need to iron my shirt. It is grad time tomorrow and I need to bring out the Goldfinger suit.. It needs to be mint.. Yes kids, daddy has a replica of the suit Sean Connery wore in Goldfinger.. It be my favourite..

Good night to ME! Sebben needs, while getting shut eye, to set his sight on that thing...

Portobello Market, Ciabattas, Hat Fetishes and the Godfathers admiration of Soho Sex Shops

What is this? Can it be true? Is Mr. Sebben back after almost two years of hibernation? The rumors of Mr Sebbens return and Lady Gaga not having a penis, are indeed true. Gaga and I, are back, stronger and harder than ever. In different and nonchalant ways of-course.

The return of the prodigal son is now a fact, thus let the stories begin.

On this Saturday the 13th, I had the most excellent of adventures. I napped for 1.5 hours or so, on the underground, procured my hat "Tim Gun", and walked half of london eating ciabattas and visiting antique shops, where I enjoyed sexy 3d pictures from 1901, visited movie paraphernalia stores and soho sex shops with the Godfather, and the Fairy Godmother (though the Fairy godmother opted to stay out of the sex shops). Most importantly what needs to be remembered is that I got acquainted with my new friend "Tim Gun". Who is "Tim Gun" you ask? Well... "Tim Gun" is my new Hat (See profile picture). Yes my Children..... I name my hats.... why? Because I can... Life is good, and I might be slightly demented, however clinically proven to be sane. Thus, "Tim Gun" is allowed an existence. He is a lovely 1955 inspired piece of work.. Something Franky would proudly wear... Thank you for existing "Tim Gun" and for making me look good.

Ok so this is how the 13th went down. It was a good one.

The day begun at 5 am as my lovely princess K was heading across the world to venture on the most Epic of adventures. She is now in Mumbai, India making a difference and enjoying some serious heat. I, got the honour and pleasurable delight of taking her to the airport. We woke up in the most delicious of positions.. Spooning...We showered, got dressed and then we (in my mind) high five'd "Heathrow here we come"... We were too tired, running on 3 hours of sleep. A high five = no dice... What goes at 5 am is a half catatonic state of mind...

Heathrow came after a long subway ride and some delicious grapes mixed with the sweet sugar of a kiss or two. <-- That is evidence that heaven exists.

The emotional, cheerful and caring - "I will see you in 1.5 weeks" took place and we temporarily went our separate ways. The eminent K is now is half across the world and I am chilling with my imagination, "the Gun", an Apple and the film Barton Fink running in the background. Ain't that delightful... oh I can't wait to hear her stories....

After the "Ciao", where an instant "I miss you" came to life, I ventured to the Subway where I was out like a light. Around 20 stops later and a seriously nice nap, I found my self at Kings Cross, where after two blinks of an eye, another subway-ride, a buss-ride and another nap, I was home eating biscuits, drinking coffee and planning the day with the Godfather.

The day ended up something like this...

Mr. Sebben, the Godfather, the Fairy Godmother, Mr Sebben squared and the Bowler girl ventured to Portobello. Here is met up with Miss M, our local (super hero).

The stroll began and within 25 minutes the glory that is "Tim Gun" sprung to life and called out my name..... "Mr. Sebben.... make me yours for a mere 10". Done and dusted "Tim Gun" is now mine.. It was hat-love at first sight. Which in turn lead to happy, crazy, we love to eat Ciabatta time! Let the feast begin... We all scoffed down some good grub and the antique boutiques attracted us like a moth to a flame. ZAP! It was (and still is) irresistible. Old things is the new it. There is no word in the universe that can explain my appreciation for the antique. It is just delicious and utterly glorious.

4 hours, one beer, 101 sewing machines, a jazz collection, one sword, a pocket watch, nude photography and 3d from 1901, later, Portobello was done and dusted........ TWICE!

New things called... hence the crowds, gore, flamboyance, glory, lust and passion of Soho stood on the agenda. The Quintet had now become a Crowd, and the hunger for the odd was on our wish-list, unknowingly.

When walking into Soho, we did not know what to expect and a wrong right turn, led us too a street with amazing Trannies, fetish stores, odd people, sushi (not snushi) and the Godfather opting to check out anything with a fancy blinking light. A few disappointing voyeur stores later, the realization that subtlety is FTW, hit the Godfather and I (the fairy godmother knowingly wrote her self out of this story). We left this learning experience behind and called out for bigger and better things.

Thank to the heavens above that Aretha Franklin was there to save the day and help us move on..... Don't ask me how... she was just there... singing ever so gloriously "This Girl's In Love With You". It might not fit, but it worked in the moment. She made us thankful for the women in our lives. K and Fairy godmother.. THANK YOU!

With Soho left in the Dark, the Stand and the desire to attend Legally Blond (fairy godmothers request), ideas sprung to life. A few short steps,m a buss ride, and a few "the economist" articles later, the adventure of the Legally Blond is planned.. Thank you Mr. Squared....

Now.. what is left?

Me.. sitting here.. happy to be writing again... Sebben is back and it feels good.

Sebben & Sebben is hitting the Books

Today was the inductions at Cass Business School for my program MSc in Management. It needs to be said that it is going to be a rigorous adventure. Dedication is the key word and it can not be mistaken for sloth. "NO SOUP FOR ME!" To find that thing at Cass I need to get my read on and study hard. I learned today that the MSc in Management has been accredited the status of an MBA degree so that means i just need to work even harder. The school has a reputation to uphold and I need to help them to uphold it.

It is going to be a good ride. That I am sure of...

How can we make our education a good ride Mr. Sebben? I hear you asking.

Let me educate you in how you can make it a good ride. It is quite simple.

First of all get a hold of your shit. Know where, what and when. A good agenda that you can follow will always lead to your ultimate success.

Get to know smart people and surround your self with them. The key to success is cooperation. You can only do so much by your self. Helping and getting help will always be a benefit.

Read and do your work. Work and preparation before a class does not get done by it self. So read you moron. You only go to school once in your life so you might as well do it properly.

More to come... nature calls...

Sebben & Sebben tours London

So I moved to London on Monday, without even a clue of where I was living, but the apartment was rented. Fortune stuck Sebben again when I discovered that I am living "literally" down town, or at least extremely close. I am living close to City where you can find the Financial District. One of the clues to that is that every time I walk outside 98% of all the people I see are in suits. A good clue indeed.

The first few days have been quite entertaining. Since my inauguration at Cass Business School does not start until Friday (tomorrow), I have had some time on my hands.

- So what have you done Mr. Sebben? I hear that you are asking.

- Well let me tell you what adventures I have been on, you wondering person you... .

Amongst getting an internet connection, going to the doctor and shopping for food and vitamin pills. I have walked and walked some more. I have discovered what this city represents. And I can honestly say that it is dirty, chaotic and filled with too many Starbucks. However on the positive side I need to state the obvious fact. I LOVE IT (except the Starbucks, for the reason that they do not have free WIFI and are overpriced).

Observations are observations and they need to be dotted down for all of you to learn.

- There is no peace to be found in London. At every street corner there is a person forcing to take a newspaper. Great if you love to read semi-serious news, but it sucks to be offered the same shit over and over again. The biggest benefit of free news papers is that bums have something to stick in their clothes to get warm...

- After being a victim to the right hand driving for a few days I have realized how programmed my head is to left hand driving. This is in reference with regards to crossing a side walk. I always look the wrong way. I am programmed to think opposite of the British, and thus I am in the need for some serious reprogramming. The reason for this is that my ability to look the "wrong" way can easily lead to my fatality. Half the time I have no idea where the cars are coming from. However I reckon that in a month or so I will be a champion at crossing side walks.

- The suits and suitettes (women in suits) are all alcoholics. When the clock strikes 17.00, the office computer is shut off, and the doors at the office are shut solid, they all go to the pub to drink. Not just a glass but several.. I reckon that it must be extremely social and to some extent promiscuous. Good for them I say. Do what you gotta do to kill your stress from all that number crunching.

- London in the day time is NOT bringing sexy back (at night, maybe, I have no clue). There are 97% ugly people here. Guys and girls, men and women, and they are NOT well groomed. YUCK!!! This is a city that clearly lacks the Scandinavian Blessing (which is sexy and glorious people all around). Teeth is their biggest problem. Horse teeth all around and clothes bought at a out of style flee market. But I will not judge. I cannot blame these people for not being blessed with the same sex appeal that I have or the seriously good looking looks and clothes. I am Sebben, my middle name is sexy.

- London the melting pot of Europe GALORE! We, they, us, everybody is here. It is a glorious thing. The only annoying part is that too many people ask you where you are from. I hold a odd surname that does not fit my Norwegian face, so every time I say that I am Norwegian I shock people. It is fun...

- London is big, it looks like a lot of fun. Now it just needs to be Conquered by Sebben & Sebben. The other Sebben is expected to arrive next week and then we will start to take over. I will take over Cass Business School and he will take over City University.

Remember: Sebben & Sebben will be one of the most successful firms in the country. But Sebben & Sebben is so much more. More potent and powerful... and frightening.

Set your sights on that thing. We have... you should too...


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Sebben & Sebben

At Sebben & Sebben, we take ethics and proper business conduct seriously. Quite simply, there's the wrong way to do things, and then there's the Sebben & Sebben wrong way.

The wrong thing can often be right. The fact is that you never know.

A blog has begun where the goal is to set your site on that thing.
Here we will attempt to:
- Identify that thing.
- That thing...
- Set our sites on that thing.
- That thing...
- Reach for that thing.
- That thing...
- Get that thing.
- You get that thing?
- Get Recognition for getting that thing.
- What is that thing...

That thing is everything. Some call it achieving, some call it success, some say its what ever.

A blog adventure has begun.