After a respectable amount of liquid refreshment, we made our move towards the door whereupon a mini fracas developed as those fans who'd been too shy to approach Alan earlier realised they'd better make their presence known quickly before he disappeared for another 15 years. As we left, we heard the cry of:

"Wilder... Shake hand! Resoil is da best!!!"

and so, the title of this editorial was born.

Svein took us to another bar where we met the next of many bizarre Norwegian characters. No sooner had the first round been ordered than our friend, who had obviously been watching from close by, approached the table and barked "Allo girls" in an extremely heavy cockney accent. "Cor blimey, apples 'n' pears! Good to see some fellow country blokes, 'ave a banana!" he bumbled until Alan said "You're not really English are you?" He had to admit that he was indeed a native of Oslo but always spoke this way. "Mmm, pothouse" we thought and made our escape with him still shouting "Hey, me old china dishes, God Save The Kings! Let's go to the pub and talk soccer ball!"