Party Of One

Watching the ABBA special on Australian Idol wearing a Swedish. Even I think that's a bit strange.

Watching the ABBA special on Australian Idol wearing a Swedish. Even I think that's a bit strange.

“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.

  1. Looking at the previous posting and this one it seems that your television viewing posture hasn’t changed in the past ten years.

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  2. Frankly, your hair is much more stylin’ now.

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  3. Victor – You’re right. I hadn’t noticed until you pointed it out.

    Carol – there was some definite comb-over action going on 98, eh?

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