Stockholm 2005

Beth had the rather good idea of going to see Johan in Stockholm, although it was only when I'd booked the flights that I learned he now lives in Belgium. Anyway, he was there when Tom, Cat, Beth and I turned up in early October. We enjoyed cider, took a boat to Vaxholm, played crazy golf, and experimented with loganberries. Those who had not been to Gothenburg in 1999 witnessed first hand Johan's ability to get competitive, while his girlfriend bore the brunts of his criticism and expert tuition, while we laughed at Johan's faiure to display anything resembling skill.
It was windy.
But the trees were pretty.
Other things we learned were that:
1. There are no fast food outlets at Stansted. This is because one caught fire in terminal one and they have now been banned.
2. Skavsta airport is nowhere near Stockholm.
3. When asking your friends whether they would rather lick Tony Blair's ear or suck Gordon Brown's toe (as Beth did on the way home), make sure other passengers can't hear you. Otherwise they give you funny looks.

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