Fat Gay Swedish Elvis was utterly convincing. I can't believe I just wrote that. It was a long night. At nine thirty we had been congratulating ourselves because no one was drunk yet. To be fair though that was at breakfast and we had only just started the first bottle of scotch.
48 of us, the workers from Tandstickstraffen. I was handsomely rewarded for my grill work. The bus chartered to take us to Stockholm had a bar, food, and a toilet. The toilet wasn't working which is why we sensibly switched to shorts :-O. There is much to see in Stockholm, all of which had to wait for another time. We had just a very short afternoon before we assembled to go to the venue for the nights entertainment. Cabaret doesn't do it justice, but that is what it was. The waiters were also the performers. They took us on a journey through the last century of popular music. It was breathtaking to be in the middle of it all. Very clever indeed.
The show over, the tables were pushed back for the dancing. The venue was transformed into a 3 story night club in ten minutes flat. Hoards of party goers were queueing to come in. half an hour of that and I was ready to head back to the quiet of the hotel. You can have too much of a good thing. The clocks went back an hour which provided a little extra time to misbehave. Important is to be fit to get onto the bus in the morning, and the motorcycle museum visit.
Eggs and bacon for breakfast, and off to the museum. Catch up on sleep on the bus home. Woke up dribbling but no body noticed. I think I got away with that one. It's good to let your hair down once in a while. Better still is if you can remember where you left your clothes.
