 And so Stockholm beckoned. I was working there on Thursday and Friday (27/28 June) and decided to stay over the weekend and get out and about. I saw this rather appropriate aircraft at Arlanda airport - wonder whether they do holidays too? Always one to enjoy an adventure I arrived in Stockholm with only a vague notion of where to go partying on Saturday night. I had contacted Leonora who runs Stockholm's top tranny club, 'Kinks 'n' Queens' before my departure and learned that it was temporarily closed, which was a real shame as the hotel I had managed to find was within teetering distance of their old venue, the Cavern Club. C'est la vie.A bit of investigation lead to a suggestion to visit Tip Top, one of Stockholm's gay clubs. Having checked it's location out during the day on Saturday (always a wise move), I stepped out that evening and caught the Tunnelbana (tube to you and me) across town. Here I am at Rådhuset station, right underneath the hotel! The Stockholm underground is clean and safe and although I was on my own and raised a few eyebrows I had no trouble at all.  Once there I handed my jacket over to the cloak-room guy who was really friendly and chatted to me for ages (much to the annoyance of the crowd behind who were keen to deposit their coats too!) After buying myself a drink at the bar, I was greeted by a cheeky 'hello' and turned round to discover a group of English folk over from Southampton working at Arlanda airport.This is Tim on the left who is a real sweetheart and was so disappointed that he didn't score that night (not with me I should probably add, I'm not his 'cup of tea')... We were also joined by a couple of locals who though obviously keen on Tim were about as attractive as a bath in roll-mop herrings.  Amongst the English group were Lisa who acted as photographer and Jo (with me here on the right). Jo is 6ft tall (look she's as tall as me!) and has blonde hair and did a pretty convincing impression of a Swede, all except the ability to speak Svenska. By the end of the night I think she was getting fed up of being mistaken for one of the locals, not least because she was out with her work colleagues and not at all interested in other girls (her boyfriend wouldn't approve I'm sure!) Well not much more to add. I had to be up at 7a.m. the next morning in order to get my flight home (why do I always end up on such early flights?) and returned back to the hotel alone (again, sigh) as the picture below pays testament to... |
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