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Upon
arrival we headed to Åhlens, where the theme of the
day was obvious from the moment we stepped through the doors.
I almost felt sorry for any staff members who didn't like
Gyllene Tider and had to put up with the CD.
ALL . DAY . LONG .
Thankfully,
not much of a queue (which we found in the ladies clothing
dept...hmmn...), the few that were already waiting had one
obvious thing in common-that they weren't even born when Gyllene
Tider split up!! We later learned that schools had broke up
for holidays, and that bored kids were probably just curious
to see the guys that their mums swooned over in their youth.
God I feel old!
We
spotted a couple of aquaintances in the queue, and in true
Brit cheekyness asked them to save us a spot, as we didn't
have long before our plane took us back home and needed to
get done quickly. So we ate, wandered, ate some more and got
back in time for the fun. A couple of young lads had a guitar
& harmonica, and were entertaining the queue with renditions
of GT songs, with most people joining in the sing-song. Must
be a Swedish thing.
We
couldn't see the signing area from the queue, (despite being
near the front) only some rather attractive knickers, so we
had no idea where the boys would come from. Sure enough, they
came from behind..erm, let me rephrase that, they wandered
along the queue down to the front, with much cheering and
one rather high pitched squeel from a young girl. Per stuck
his finger in his ear and shook his head in a comical 'owww,
my ear!' kind of way.
They
got down to business, looking like they had been signing constantly
for a week and were about to start digging their way out to
freedom from under the table. It took mere seconds before
it was our turn, and on spotting Fliss & myself Anders
began to grin & his eyebrow went into orbit ('Don't even
go there...just sign the damn things so we can go home!')
I asked Per if he was tired of signing yet, and he said that
he only has a short name, so its not so bad.
We
hung around for about an hour, taking pix and watching people
get items signed (why so many shoes? Must be a Swedish thing
Pt 2) spotted Åsa & Gabriel chatting to people (and
not browsing underwear) and Marie Dimberg hovering around
as usual. BUT time ran out & we had a plane to catch,
so we grabbed a snack with a couple of other friends we had
met, and headed to the airport. We got told off on the plane
for taking photographs, and so had to amuse ourselves by trying
to guess which of the stewards were gay (its always the pretty
ones-so not fair). In no time we were home, back at work,
and counting the days until July....<sigh>
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