Freak - Party of One!
(aka what Gert said on "ABBA - Behind The Blonde")

What *did* Gert say? Everyone seems to have interpreted what he said in different ways, not least of all the translator from what I gather.

So, here are just Gert's (translated) words. Be aware that there were some attempts made in the program of balancing scenarios, not least of all Agnetha's own comments (although she wouldn’t comment "for safety reasons" specifically on Gert). There were voice-over sections and other interviews interspersed with the sections with Gert speaking.

BE WARNED - THE FOLLOWING MAY CREEP YOU OUT!!!!!!!!!!

Gert van Der Graaf: Can you imagine? Ever since I was a child, I was crazy about her and now, here she was sitting on my lap. It was a dream.

I would love to go back to Sweden but the situation has to change. I wouldn't want to 'accidentally' bump into Agnetha and be involved in another court case.

This is my house. I've decorated it in a Swedish style. It's a small bed. I wouldn't mind a wider one. I always have a picture of her nearby. I always want to be able to see a picture of her.

These are my letters from Agnetha. I'd written her many more than she had written me. They often contain touching thoughts. This is a letter after our holiday together...."Our love grows stronger and stronger. Your eyes, your warm hands, your warm embrace, your mouth. Thank you for a wonderful weekend."

The first time I saw Agnetha was during the broadcast of the Eurovision Song Contest in Brighton, with Waterloo. She left an impression on me. She was a very beautiful woman. I was completely fixated on Agnetha. She was my ideal of what a woman should look like. If I had found a girlfriend as beautiful as Agnetha, or even more beautiful, I would have dropped Agnetha. But obviously, that never happened.

I collected everything from ABBA. All the CDs, everything. I think I have everything they've done. As time went by, I just focused on Agnetha and her solo career from before ABBA and after ABBA. A great deal of my life has been dedicated to Agnetha. After many years, I decided to go to Sweden and meet her 'in the flesh' as it were.

I started writing letters to her in very bad English. I sent them to 'Agnetha, Sweden' as I didn't know her address. The first time I went to Sweden was in my little car. I was going on holiday, not only to find Agnetha but also to travel and learn about Sweden. When I found out where she lived, I started writing to her at her address. I told her I'd written hundreds of times and never got a reply. Maybe she never got my letters. I told her I would be in my car, waiting...maybe at this time, maybe at that time....so I had to wait there all the time. Imagine if she came looking for me and I wasn't there?

After watching for a while, there was some movement from her house. Someone would come outside and pick up a newspaper but she wouldn't come over to me. I guess she was probably checking things out....asking herself "Who is this guy?" You know, interested but not acting upon it.

I found this little house that was close; around 800m from her place. The price was okay. Couldn’t get better than that.

I was working long hours and was very tired when I had a car crash. When I was recovering, I wrote her a letter about what had happened. I heard a 'knock, knock, knock' at the front door. It was her. Standing at my front door with a friend. I looked Agnetha straight in the eye. It was my boyhood dream come true - "Agnetha - Hello!" Fortunately because of the letter writing, we knew how to communicate with each other, so I knew exactly what to say. I invited them in for coffee. Her friend was chatting a lot...asking questions but she might as well have been in the other room. I was just concentrating on Agnetha. Our first kiss was on that first evening, but there was much more to it than that. Yes, Agnetha, she was my first. I've had girlfriends before but never any sexual relationships. I thought she really enjoyed it. Afterwards, when we were recovering next to each other, we did remark how it was possible that we had found each other in this position.

I couldn't understand it. Not then, not now. I never really understood why we broke up. So I decided, despite all the security around her home to go up to her house. I rang the doorbell, looked her in the face and said I wanted to talk to her. Without opening the door, she said "I want you to leave."

It wasn't a toilet with running water. It was a sort of bucket into which you would throw some grains. I certainly wasn't saving Agnetha's waste.

My future depends on when my deportation order from Sweden expires and when the ban on contacting Agnetha ends. I would drop everything for her. I've done it before.

Thanks to ABBAMAILer Dominic 'Ice' Wallis, Allbrook, UK