It’s one of those days I just want to lounge in bed. Lately I’ve been keeping irregular working hours, getting to my husband’s office around midday…if not at all. Having said that, work is often starting at the moment I’m in bed, but still, when your only costume is your underwear and your sitting snugged up with your blankets, a laptop and a cup of coffee, work feels like an afterthough.
In an hour I have my appointment with my physiotherapist and then a couple of meetings planned. But until then I am going to continue to lounge.
Here’s a memory of the past I must be sharing with you…
In Sweden there was this magazine in the 80’s called OKEJ. It was one of those magazines I had a love hate relationship with. Love, because all the music stars I enjoyed at the time, from Madonna to Lena Ph (Swedish…what gave it a away;)) was covered in a hip and funky way, often in some tempting poses. But I was about 10, so it wasn’t really my prime concern. I just wanted to read about my idols.
But then there was the other side of the magazine, close up and personal reportages with Kizz, ZZ Tops, Europe and other hardrock bands popular du jour. The magazine also seemed to sport an almost unnatural fascination for Samantha Fox and her assets. It wasn’t a semi-porn magazine, and the young and innocent artists at the time where wildly mixed with topless and in some cases nude pictures of both men and women. Needless to say the chock factor was high for a 10 year old.
I must admit I had completely forgotten about this publication, in the same way I vaguely recall the odd ball MAD serie. But I didn’t reflect much on it until a picture in Aftonbladet, which gave it all away. Here lays Dag Finn (I desperately try to recall his achievements but sadly fail) in a shabby bathroom (I gathered it was his own), smiling, posing, with his dick hanging out (no he wasn’t gay as far as I can recall).
It brought back the most fantastic memories of the rack of Miss Fox, her tatty Italian copy Sabrina, Bjorn Borg’s then wife Loredana, Bjorn Borg’s second wife (or was it his first? Jannicke Bjorling, AHA, Europe and Kizz all in their glory. And to end this, I just have to show you the picture of Dag Finn — priceless. Rumour has it, it almost destroyed his career, but that he somehow managed to hang on to it, whilst girls in hords pleaded his case.
…or Not? But nostalgia is eminent