This year's Melodifestivalen final is this weekend and, as usual, we're making a big deal out of it. We've had tickets to the dress rehearsal on Friday night since last October, Annemore and her gang of Brits will be arriving from London later in the week, and we'll be rooting for our favorites with bespoke artisanal signage.
These fools were voted through to the final, much to Jamie (oooookkkkkk, and my) delight, so we're making a sign for him to hold up during the show featuring Sergels Torg, one of Stockholm's most famous and most hideous landmarks as well as the subject of their song, directly translated "Bathing Naked (in Sergel's Square)". If you watch that link and think you hear the f-word, well, yeah, you did. Every kid in Sweden is going around singing the f-word these days, having precisely no idea what it means or that it's even a curse word. So my apologies to everyone we meet in the States during our next visit for my child's potty mouth. It's Samir & Viktor's fault.
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