Did anyone else love the little old Russian ladies from the 2012 Eurovision?
When I think about partying in Sweden I invariably think of my days in Lund as an exchange student. There were parties all the time and a special system called ‘Nations’ which you had to pay to join if you wanted to go to those parties. Pretty weird, but it’s their way of keeping things under control and automatically knowing you were old enough to be there if you showed your Nation Card.
But I can’t go on writing about parties without the help of Party Cat Source