As ever the best entertainment was saved for the interval act which was a veritable "Swedish Smorgasbord" of delightfully daft musical comedy. It's as if Mel Brooks had been employed to pep up their national anthem.
And who knew we Brits had so many national stereotypes in common with the Swedes? Queuing, ignoring other people on the train, not being able to assemble Ikea products and singing daft songs in English.
Cultural exchange at its finest, I'd say.
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