Star Struck in Stockholm?

Went out with old friend Mr Garbo (used to have a boat with him called Garbo, in my previous life. He is great by the way. Curious that we still can be such good friends. After all, he is my ex-husband's best pal). We went to one of the best bars in the world: Lilla Baren Pa Riche (Riche's side-bar). I just love this place. It's a healthy mix of glamour and indie. Me loves. It was a great odyssee of beautiful people, as always in this beautiful yet remote part of the world.

The line-up:
1. Physically bumped into CARL JOHAN VALLGREN on my way in. He is my favourite writer of our time. He is imaginative, quirky, modern, new-thinking, and a great writer. Last night he was fabulous in a red suit and a flowery shirt and his long hair was flying around. Read my old posting on him here. Regret so much I didn't slide up to him and say hi. Silly me.
2. Flirted a little, only for the laugh, with PONTUS GARDINGER who really is extremely good looking. My Stockholm flat-mate Ms Gucci ruined my picture though saying he is a slimy young-girl-chaser. Good looking still, maybe a bit too scrubby these days. Probably too much chasing around young girls.
3. Torkel Pettersson. I have a rather peculiar story about him. He used to be my good friend Ms Athlete's platonic love. Two years ago, about this time, we were, as always, at Lilla Baren Pa Riche. And he was there too and before we knew it they were snogging away. So this talented and much cherised DRAMATEN-actor followed us around different bars and then ended up in my old flat in Vasastan. I went to bed and they were doing all sorts of acrobatic exercises on my sofa. A couple of hours later I sense that something was strange. I quickly got dressed and stepped out from my bedroom. And there this so called superstar is still on my sofa. But ALONE!! So my friend Ms Athlete has left him IN MY FLAT!!?? So I woke this big lump of manhood up and threw him out. And can you imagine this, he even tried to pull me on the way out!! Very unpleasant situation, but a bit fun in retrospect. Didn't get hold of Ms Athlete until early afternoon and it sure wasn't words of love she heard from me. So there he was yesterday, glancing around thinking he was fabulous. I think he is more pathetic than Daniel Clover in Bridget Jones' Diary.

Hm, really wished I had said hi to Carl-Johan though. Not for any other reason but to tell him he is great.