Well, of course it didn’t happen. Around midnight I found myself in Torget, Stockholm’s main homosexualist watering hole, catching up with Andrew from Eurovision Ireland before we headed over to King Kong (I kid you not), a discotheque with some cracking schlager, albeit in a rather bijou room round the back of the proper stuff. Lovely to bump into the first early arrivals, and see some of the team behind this year’s EuroClub, Fan Cafe and Eurovision Village excellent programmes.
I’d forgotten how much the Swedes can drink on a night out, and how much shoving goes on in a night club as people just push you out of the way to get past. It’s annoying as hell at first but once you remember you can just shove them back and nobody seems to mind, it can become quite jolly fun really. I’d not forgotten at all how much it costs for a drink round these parts though. I’ve not cashed out my pockets yet but I fear it’s not going to be pretty. I do though commend the lateness of their burger joints, as well as the very welcome newly extended vegetarian menu in the Max burger chain. Max helped me get through Malmö, and anywhere that serves up halloumi at 4am is a hit in my book.
But anyway, I can’t stand around here all day gossiping like some folks: I’ve accreditation to collect and a EuroClub to find.
Monty x