This girl doesn't seem to be 'knee weak' for me... in fact she's been giving me some strange looks.
I think it'll be safer not to try out my new Swedish phrases on her.
There's something very unfair in life when I'm a Briton yet stuck in Gothenburg and considering eating some rotten stinking fish in a can, and you're a 'Goth' and eating superb British food in Koh Samui. I was obviously bad in a previous carnation.
Last night I had a whistling Swedish meatballs and potatoes in gravy as they've run out of whistling lasagnes. It was awful.
Not really... I've heard rumours about this stuff. But, in the interests of research I will try some if I can find a small tin somewhere.
Just the fact that this is tinned food yet has to be kept in a fridge is warning enough.