The Swedish Chef...

This week saw Sweden swim up the drive and park its ass on the porch for the weekend. It tasted great and smelt just as good until it made its way back out again, then you realise that the fantastically gamey flavour of reindeer does have its draw backs.

Didn’t manage the Roxette reunion gig, with the guitar guy only (and which doth not a reunion make), but did manage a little back yard work with none other than ‘a member of the world famous pop band ABBA’ – this announcement was not elaborated on, so I guess it was the bearded guy Benny but it could well have been Bjorn? It’s difficult to tell by just looking into a guy’s back yard from a tourist boat full of other Scandinavians who would have known the answer anyway!

Ubber cool was the flavour, with late nightclubs to match; as long as you looked liked you’d just walked of a catwalk from the launch of this seasons new genius designers urban warrior collection. So the first night we just hung out at an awful Irish Pub (fibreglass books and all) listening to a poor Swedish AC/DC cover-band and spoke to some guy from Adelaide – as you do!

The next night was much more Swedish, as opposed to Irish, as we found the local in the park to be much more enjoyable and culturally inspiring… even the music was unrecognisable! Local brews, outdoors in the rain (no smoking allowed inside any more – we will see once winter steps in), beautiful women to look at (yes I was there with my wife and it is her to which I refer – celebrating our first wedding anniversary we were). Any how we staggered back to the smallest hotel room I’ve ever stayed in and finished off the night with some low alcohol beers from Seven Eleven in our wedding stubby holders – who says I’m not romantic?

The next day was junk market shopping and eating cheese – thanks to the Swedish Chef and the relaxed EU quarantine rules we will be enjoying the local fare for some time to come… although I couldn’t get the horns in the carryon luggage… so next time… Mmmm, mort, mort, shum, doo, doo…

Next the white cliffs….