Apologies for the lack of posts last week. I was in Stockholm doing some pervin…er…I mean WORKING. To keep it Scandicentric, I’m sticking with a Swede today . . .
A classic sporting crush, here. Football is Yawnsville USA, as we all know. Yet it consistently throws up some choice specimens for our aesthetic perusal. Commonly referred to as the ‘Swedish David Beckham’, dear Fredrik has similarly perfect features and a fondness for being photographed only in his pants which is quite frankly DISGUSTING and the sort of shameful behaviour that only true sinners will tolerate. He’s been a bit off the radar recently due to not actually playing for a club at the moment, but don’t worry Freddie – we haven’t forgotten you. In fact, I sat next to your doppelganger on the bus in Södermalm the other day. Maybe it actually was you?!! FFS! GODDAMMIT.