Hello, I’m Leif

I live in Tromsø, which is a long way up, and I do stand-up in small rooms. Some of the rooms are above shops. One was a ferry waiting room. I have never been on a stage higher than a pallet.

The letter is short observations, the odd longer story, and now and then an essay about touring in the dark months. I try to be dry and never cruel. It mostly works. My sister says it is the same as my phone voice.