No, I cannot actually read Danish
Yesterday morning, I strugged to get out of bed after the Friday Samizdata party, caught the train to Stansted airport, caught the early flight to Aarhus in Denmark, caught the bus into town, took lots and lots of photos for a large Samizdata posting, and then checked in to my hotel. Wifi was provided in the lobby but not in the rooms. Oh well, good enough. (The group of intense looking young men crouching round a laptop and speaking Russian at the table in the lobby closest to a power outlet does add to the atmosphere, but also makes it harder to keep my laptop charged).
However, my card reader failed to be packed in the struggle to get out of my flat yesterday morning, so I could not upload the photos for the post. My plans to elicit a “What the <expletive> is Michael doing in Denmark immediately after the Samizdata party?” reaction from the readership had failed.
No problem really – I shall just post the article in a day or two. Meanwhile, Denmark is a land of very flat countryside, nice pubs, friendly, decent and at times brave people (even if they do have a slightly worrying overenthusiasm for historical enactment), adequate coffee, and nice pubs. I am enjoying the weekend out of London.
Bonus question though. What the <expletive> is Michael doing in Denmark immediately after the Samizdata party? Kudos for anyone in the commentariat who can figure it out.
Not one in the know but assuming you were half cut (understandably), I am half hoping you stood outside the local mosque with that paper singing onward christian soldiers.
Anyway im intrigued though so will stay tuned.
Ah you woke up in the morning with that dead mouse in the mouth sort of feeling with a despirate desire for black coffee and a danish pasty but all the shops in London were shut?
You searching for the last surviving GM Nohabs.
That’s doubleplusungood comrade! I’m sure he would be promptly charged with a hate crime for such a display of courage.
You were staying here with a Danish princess?
I think Michael went on a worldwide junket to track down the proprietorship of ‘Freedom’ beer. Starting in Denmark would be a logical beginning although asking Perry where he got it from might save you some cash but certainly not be half as much fun.
Since he mentioned “nice pubs” twice, I’d guess it was to sample the Danish beer…
I know the answer to Michael’s question but do not want to spoil the fun. (Clue: there is a nautical and Xmas angle)
To bad you aren’t in Copenhagen or I would have invited you for a beer.
Did he spend the rest of the night with a large lady called Emma?
hardatwork: Two ladies, actually. One called Emma and one called Estelle. Emma left before morning, however.