Of course Bob Dylan wasn’t excited about winning the Nobel Prize For Literature. The least-Dylan thing in the entire world is to be chuffed by winning an award, so it wasn’t too surprising that he didn’t bother to acknowledge it for a month, skipped out on the official dinner, and basically kept doing weird covers albums and wielding iron sculptures instead (really though).

Dylan finally relented and accepted the award in person at a private ceremony in Stockholm over the weekend, attended by only 12 people,  In case you thought he was happy about having to turn up at an awards do, he wore a black hoodie to the event. Mom’s spaghetti, indeed.

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