luka

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yyaldrin

in je ogen waait de wind
question for the copenhagen crew @entertainment @chava. a friend of mine is temporarily staying in sweden and suggested meeting in malmö. wanted to ask if you guys got any hot tips or secrets, where does the malmö culture maffia move about? is it true people don't drink? or would you say skip it and just go to copenhagen instead?
 

chava

Well-known member
question for the copenhagen crew @entertainment @chava. a friend of mine is temporarily staying in sweden and suggested meeting in malmö. wanted to ask if you guys got any hot tips or secrets, where does the malmö culture maffia move about? is it true people don't drink? or would you say skip it and just go to copenhagen instead?
Haven't been to Malmö for years, so I can hardly say much. But go to Bolero record store and ask for events : https://www.facebook.com/Bolero-Record-Store-106553767859356. And at least there's the annual and pretty arty but cool festival Intonal in june: https://inkonst.com/.

You need to find the illegal after parties though, regular stuff closes early and you'll risk end up in a drive by shoot-out.
 

line b

Well-known member
Ive just watched Pusher 2 and found the danish language very interesting. This is no doubt played up by the characters who are all boorish criminals, but its a language devoid of any hard sounds. Extremely mumbley. The opposite of spanish.
 

woops

is not like other people
i gave some of this danish delicacy out to @luka and others yesterday
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@Mr. Tea this is possibly the greatest gift to wordplay in the history of humankind, it even says "pun"
 

Mr. Tea

Let's Talk About Ceps
i gave some of this danish delicacy out to @luka and others yesterday
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@Mr. Tea this is possibly the greatest gift to wordplay in the history of humankind, it even says "pun"
Great name and packaging. However, I am opposed to liquorice on a gustatory, aesthetic, ideological, ethical, and perhaps even spiritual level.
 

Corpsey

bandz ahoy
I would take him walking along the harbour past the statue of The Little Mermaid and to the Citadel. We would look at the surroundings and ponder life during wartime Europe. We would walk through the Churchill Garden and see St. Alban's church and Jack would share trivia about World War II received through various literature. He would grip my arm with his right hand and gesture up imaginary battle scenes with his left. And I would nod in contemplation.

Then we would proceed down Langelinje and stand at the central axis cross of Copenhagen on which the castle of Amalienborg sits perfectly across the channel from the Opera and we would appreciate the architectural grandeur and almost "spiritual", Jack would say, reverence for geometrical clarity, which can be found in the layouts of great cities of Monarchical nations.

On through the Kgs. Nytorv, up through the city centre, across the lakes and walk around Nørrebro, where we would survey the streets for a nice lunch and agree that we were "well deserving" of a pint at that point. Jack would look at the menu for "something light," but order the steak tartare. I would get a croque madame.

We would then settle into a warm stream of conversation and the lunch would extend hours until we were six or seven pints each had been posted. Then we would find a vibrant looking bar and I would ask a pair of sweet looking girls if we could join then at their table since there were no more empty seats. And from there I would watch as Jack slowly realized that in this moment he could be anybody, a realization that merged with his actions in real time as he opened up himself to the lovely young blonde. And I would keep the conversation going with my interlocuter, a perfunctory nod or comment here or there but really I would be watching Jack as he gestured and joked yet remained perfectly gentlemanly.
I should print this out and sellotape it to my fridge
 

IdleRich

IdleRich
The other thing about Finland. This guy who was a friend of a friend let us use his flat for free, which was very kind of him. He said "all you have to do is water my plants" - and obviously when we got there it was like a fucking jungle, literally hundreds of plants on every surface and hanging from the ceiling and so on. He'd printed out this grid which listed all the plants and all the specific times you had to water each one and how much and so on and you had to tick the box each time you watered them to make sure you knew where you were on the schedule. I just ticked every box on the last day and that was that. The flat had three rooms and one of them was a sauna.

After we got to the flat we went to meet my friend in a bar and I stupidly said "anyone want a drink?" and every single person in the bar immediately shouted yes. That round cost me about five hundred pounds. And no-one bought me one back. In fact i got a bollocking from one of these freeloaders for taking my drink outside while smoking.

The cocaine cost about 200 quid a gram as well.

We went to this festival and saw Marie Davidson perform, on stage she did this interminable rant about something that had happened but she was pretty incoherent so nobody had any idea what she was on about. Later we met Lena WIllikens cos she was playing and she explained to us that a Russian dj (Inge Maur is it?) had been backstage eating her packed lunch and a bouncer had told her that that area was closed and she had to move, but she asked if she could finish her lunch at which point the bouncers beat her up and kicked her out and I think broke her phone or took it or something. The was a video of the incident that emerged later on youtube and all the comments were loads of Finns going "Stupid Russian girl didn't do as she was told and was rightfully punished - what's the issue?" - but it was a whole big thing, the festival had to apologise. They really don't like the Russians, which is kinda ironic cos every time we ate some "Finnish speciality" Liza would say "this is a well-known Russian dish".



oh here it is in fact


Oh and another thing we were in a restaurant and when we finished we had like half a bottle of wine left and we wanted to take it with us but they said "that's not allowed" but in the end the waiter said "Oh you guys have been nice, I'm gonna sneak it out and hide it behind those plant pots outside and you can subtly carry it away".

Another time we were looking for booze and all of the supermarkets had those gratings that came down and locked off the alcohol but in one supermarket we found a bottle that had somehow escaped being roped off and we couldn't believe our luck, bought it, no-one said anything. When I opened it and had a glass I spat it was disgusting - turned out it was alcohol free wine.

I told my friend in Portugal about all the laws and rules and stuff in Finland - cos Portugal is the total opposite, he was getting more and more annoyed with every single thing I said and by the end he was actually really angry, he looked like he wanted to go and protest at the embassy or something.
 
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