How often do you find that the interval acts at Melfest are considerably better than the contestants? It's such a fixture on their annual TV landscape that they can afford to be playful and mix up their metaphors all in the good cause of fun.
And so it was last night, when the most rockingest MF alumnus Ralf Gyllenhammar managed to convince fellow Festivalen old boy Hasse Andersson to ditch the cosy knitwear and swathe himself in leather for one heck of a bar room metal stomp.
And do you know what? I think the old boy enjoyed it just a little bit too much. I hope they haven't broken him!
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