Stockholm - by duChats

If I, for a moment, could venture some advice off the bat today. When one travels in the manner such as us, you need to be on top of many games, one being correspondence. When you are visiting many cities, bars and places its hard to keep tabs on the various nights out. Because really, you lot have no interest in our Daily activities, just those involving sunset and the odd beer!

So it was onto Stockholm (9th September 07) after a few nights spent in the Swedish country side, which I might add is a beautiful country side. Lakes, forests and little red Swedish houses. Postcard stuff. The idea of the night was to basically find a suitable venue to watch the impending Italian massacre. As one does, it was to the nearest Irish bar. With France v Argentina glowing on the big screen, it was happy days. Not so happy for the surprising amount of French in the bar, and we took to supporting the Argies.

We found ourselves in a curious bar after O’Leary’s. This place was either Genius or just second-rate bar filler. They had turned a mini shopping mall, the middle part, into a bar of sorts. So here we were surrounded by clothes and shoe shops, all the while sinking soup. A rather large dance floor presented itself, as did I, on it, for some pre-emptive break dancing action. See there were a few professional dancers in attendance and milling about said floor, I thought, instead of being Act 2, I’d just pop on the floor and show them some Kiwi style straight up. Lucky, because this black chap jumps up and owned the place…..not after some sweaty heaving from yours truly!

We befriended a few Swedish lasses outside, both oddly named Sanna, who took upon them selves to show us some Stockholm nightspots. And you can imagine our surprise when the first and only port of call was to be Sodermans local Metal joint! Now, 2 of the touring party hit the ground running here, and 2 had various pained looks upon there faces all night. Richards in particular was in his element. Stripping down to the wife better for AC/DC’s Thunderstruck must have struck a cord with the local munters, and he soon found himself swimming in ‘Complementary’ pints. I recall Harbott and Arblaster chatting with the DJ, searching in Vain for a recent top 20 hit……sorry lads, not this time.

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