Before I came to Sweden in 1975, there is not much known about me, mainly because I choose to keep the memory fragments I come across to myself. Let's say I was born in Sweden in 1953, moved to the UK four years later and experienced a normal English schoolboy life; cold showers, 1.5 mile cross-country runs before breakfast, bullying at school (yes, I know who you are and where you live) and then grammar school followed by freedom at a "college for further education" which is nothing more than a synonym for having a good time at the pub at the age of 17.
Children started to appear, at the same time as a promising career as a film editor at SVT took off. However, that career only lasted three years - one boss was enough.
35 years on, I sold my company and retired to the small lakeside town of Hjo, where we bought and renovated a former nursing home for victims of the Spanish flu. From here, with a fantastic view of Lake Vättern from my studio window, I spend my days cooking up new projects while completing old ones.