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Ah, the life of a rock star.
Go to places, see things. And sure as hell it was cold and snowy in Sweden when they arrived by train from Norway. Also darker than usual. Though the days were getting longer, they were still fairly close to the arctic circle, and therefore, there were only a few hours of actual sunlight.
Not that Pickles really cared, he was a night owl by design. They were staying at a rather well-to-do hotel this time around, mostly because that's what Pickles felt like doing, and his trip planner guy set them up in a fairly nice suite in the heart of Stockholm. However, it had been a two hundred mile train trip and Pickles was beat. He needed to relax for a few hours or so, which was, as luck would have it, be perfect, since it was the weekend, and all the bands came out at night.
He was reading through the paper, which wasn't doing much good, considering it was skrev som det och Pickles gjorde icke veta hur till läsa Svensk.
But the entertainment section of the paper was easy enough to find, despite Pickles' inability to read the reviews, and there were several ads out for bands he'd heard of. Bathory, Finntroll, Shaman and Gengagar Elderly were all playing that weekend. Finntroll was actually so popular, so rich, they'd opened up their own multinational supermarket company, which was amusing to the redhead.
He was smoking a cigarette as he leafed through the ads for bands. "What do you wanna do fer the next few hours while I get my brain together?" He asked Miniver.
Go to places, see things. And sure as hell it was cold and snowy in Sweden when they arrived by train from Norway. Also darker than usual. Though the days were getting longer, they were still fairly close to the arctic circle, and therefore, there were only a few hours of actual sunlight.
Not that Pickles really cared, he was a night owl by design. They were staying at a rather well-to-do hotel this time around, mostly because that's what Pickles felt like doing, and his trip planner guy set them up in a fairly nice suite in the heart of Stockholm. However, it had been a two hundred mile train trip and Pickles was beat. He needed to relax for a few hours or so, which was, as luck would have it, be perfect, since it was the weekend, and all the bands came out at night.
He was reading through the paper, which wasn't doing much good, considering it was skrev som det och Pickles gjorde icke veta hur till läsa Svensk.
But the entertainment section of the paper was easy enough to find, despite Pickles' inability to read the reviews, and there were several ads out for bands he'd heard of. Bathory, Finntroll, Shaman and Gengagar Elderly were all playing that weekend. Finntroll was actually so popular, so rich, they'd opened up their own multinational supermarket company, which was amusing to the redhead.
He was smoking a cigarette as he leafed through the ads for bands. "What do you wanna do fer the next few hours while I get my brain together?" He asked Miniver.