STOCKHOLM



After arriving in Stockholm, we enjoyed a much appreciated hour-long break before heading out to dinner with Playground Records Mute label manager Lasse De Flon


Afterwards, the four of us carried on at a recommended watering hole, The Spy Bar. To our dismay, it wasn't the kind of establishment any of us had expected - all 'suited and booted', 30-something balding businessmen leering at anything vaguely female and dancing embarrassingly like your dad at a family wedding. You know the kind - the ones who look like they're directing traffic when the techno section kicks in. In one area, a small Blackjack table could be found where the most adventurous lived out their James Bond fantasies - albeit without the beautiful women, international arms dealers and more importantly, 007's ability to actually win. The female croupier had to endure a barrage of chauvinistic comments but I'm sure she delighted in taking their money with ease and alarming regularity.

Not surprisingly, none of us were interested in hanging out in what felt like an episode of 'Frasier', so we called it a day after a few more stiff ones.

 
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