“So are you Swedish?”, the young guy with the Scottish accent asked me excitedly at the pub tonight. When I replied in the negative, he seemed a little disappointed, adding that “you don’t see many Swedes in Australia”. And then he walked away.
And then when ABBA came on the video screen, he came back over for a further chat. It was then he told me his mother was Swedish and “went to school with Frida”. “In Eskilstuna or Torshalla?”, I asked, which brought a big smile to his face. When I told him I’d had been learning Swedish, and had been to Eskilstuna, he instantly knew why.
It was at that point you could see a look of “judgement” in his eyes. Although we chatted for a few more minutes, you could just see from the look in his eyes, he thought I was a freak. “Party of one”, I’m sure he was thinking to himself. He did laugh, though, when I told him Swedish was “the international language of the homosexual”. And then he wandered off…
It was just as well I hadn’t told him I’d just been to a friend’s place who was hosting a dinner party of ABBA fans, co-inciding with the Australian Idol ABBA Special.
Although some of the interpretations were quite good, others descended into third rate parody, in my view. “I’d rather a first rate Idol interpretation than a third rate ABBA impersonation”, I said at one point.
Still, it was nice to get out of the house. I haven’t had the most productive weekend ever. Just lots of televsion, internet, music, reading, and eating.
Although I was feeling a little weary after dinner, I went for a walk along Oxford Street which was pumping. I ran into a friend and her husband as they walked home and chatted for a while.
And I ran into fellow blogger, Monty. “I’m sick of reading about your lovely boyfriend”, I joked to him, adding that I thought it was great and that I wished him all the best.
I also ran into another mate in Newtown, and we had a beer together.
So, despite sitting at home and doing not very much all weekend, it’s been a surprisingly social Sunday.