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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Drowned Hero" data-source="post: 3037736" data-attributes="member: 37149">Øyvind was sitting not far away from Miss Bardier and George in the hotel restaurant, contemplating his meal. He was as usual eating a English breakfast with sausages, bacon and eggs. Ingesting a huge amount of the fatty and protein rich meal. He had after all to conserve is line, and as a good knower of the harsh environment they where about to leave to, he did know that the extra fat layer he had being gaining the las months, where going to disappear in the first weeks or so when they hit the desolation off Antarctica.He looked over the table and saw Enke and Olav eating with vigour and  talking with their mouths full about the new dogs and how much they missed home and its fish, fjords and women.When he finished the meal he slips a big chunk of 'snus' under his lip and, told Enke and Olav that he was going a short trip in the area to see if he could fin a thing he wanted to take with him on the expedition.Enke and Olav asked him for what that 'thing' could be, but Øyvind had a cunning smile on his lips for them. He told them to wait and see.-*-*-*-<a href="http://img243.imageshack.us/my.php?image=centralparkconcertonthemallnewyorknysj8.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://img243.imageshack.us/img243/5618/centralparkconcertonthemallnewyorknysj8.th.jpg" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " data-size="" style="" /></a>As he walks towards the Mallet he hear a bluegrass tune in the air.He used the part of the morning walking towards Central Park where there was a concert. He heard some people  talking about the how obsolete the bluegrass was and how the new nigro sound was something any American soon would be listening to. Øyvind curious as he was asked the man that seemed a mulatto what this new music was all about. The man looking up at Øyvind told him about the man from new Orleans that was a prophet with the trumpet Armstrong was his last name, Louis the name. Convenient did Øyvind think and he that was looking for something special to take with him to the  expedition, something that could boost the morale on the long trip journey. 'Mister' 'Excuse me again, but i was exactly looking for a record shop or somewhere i could buy a record player and some records' The man looks up at Øyvind 'what your looking for is a Silvertone 78 record player, its light and made of the best wood' 'walk with me mister and i take you to the shop I have to go to work anyway and the shop is on the way there'After some minutes of walking they arrived to the record shop and Øyvind thanked the man and  entered the shop. After an our or so he walked out of the place with a record player and a collection off new  music.<a href="http://img138.imageshack.us/my.php?image=silvertone78recordplayeras6.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://img138.imageshack.us/img138/3083/silvertone78recordplayeras6.th.jpg" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " data-size="" style="" /></a>He pick a cab and was in few minutes back at the pier and the USS Gabrielle.[sblock] I tried to attach a soundfile to the post. Does anyone know if this is possible?[/sblock]</blockquote>

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