Another Rant On Driving

One thing, which I really cannot get my head around, is the inability by some people to park their own cars.

Have you ever come across a busy car park, and slowly chugged up and down the lanes trying to find a parking space, only to find that there’s none left, but many pairs of them are taken up by one car?

I come across it almost every day and I really cannot fathom how someone can park their car and leave it straddling between two spaces. How difficult can it really be to park one’s own car? If they can’t park it properly, are they able to actually drive it properly?

And the people may say some crap like: “oh, I was in a rush and was being late for work. I didn’t have time to sort it out.” Bollocks. It really is not that difficult to park a car properly, and even if it’s not going to go in straight, it takes a couple of seconds to correct it.

They wouldn’t be happy if they may be late for work, only to find there’s no spaces left to park because some stupid inconsiderate arsewipes did some crappy bodge job on parking their Mercedes Benz C Class.

To be honest, I often manage to squeeze right in between them and the car next to me, which often is also crappily parked. I don’t care if I have trouble getting out or in, I always manage to do so… but it’s just to annoy those who have annoyed the drivers who can actually park. Hopefully it’ll come across as a message to them. If not, a good piece of key-art along the paintwork of the car may make them realise. But I don’t know if I could do that… I’d need to be in a really, really foul mood. I may actually write a note and stick them on their windscreen…
I really hope these people come to realise that what they do is just plain ignorance and totally bad form of driving… otherwise I may find myself shunting one out of the way.

6 Nations table (as of 15th of February)

1 – Ireland Played: 2 Won: 2 Drawn: 0 Lost: 0 Points: 4

2 – Wales Played: 2 Won: 2 Drawn: 0 Lost: 0 Points: 4

3 – England Played: 2 Won: 1 Drawn: 0 Lost: 1 Points: 2

4 – France Played: 2 Won: 0 Drawn: 0 Lost: 1 Points: 2

5 – Scotland Played: 2 Won: 0 Drawn: 0 Lost: 2 Points: 0

6 – Italy Played: 2 Won: 0 Drawn: 0 Lost: 2 Points: 0

Italy v Ireland

I didn’t watch this game as it was on the Sunday, and I was still in bed.

But the first half seemed eventful with a couple of tries and yellow cards (one being in the first minute as an Italian made a high tackle), but apparently the second half went flat and boring… until the last few minutes when Ireland scored two tries, making the final score 9-38.

Meaning now, only Ireland and Wales are able to win the Grand Slam. Let’s hope the Welsh can do it!

Wales v England

Now it was time for the biggie! Wales against the Old Enemy of England in Cardiff.

England haven’t beaten Wales since 2006, and Martin Johnson, the new England manager, has never lost in Cardiff as a player, so he was determined to beat Wales that day. And, as usual, England decided to keep the roof of the stadium open. When it’s closed, the stadium atmosphere tenses even more, and the voices and screams of the fans could be heard much, much louder… and then fires the Welsh team up even more. So, it could have been a sign that England had their doubts. After all, they went into this game as underdogs.

Anyway, a lot happened in this game, it was much more exciting than the previous one that day… and possibly the best match of the year’s tournament so far. I would describe what happened during the game, but I’m no good at reviews… therefore I’ll give you a link, which directs you to a professionally made summary of this awesome game!

6 Nations match report: Wales v England, 14 February 2009

Anyway… Wales did manage to beat England for the 3rd time in a row with 23 points to 15.

Good times!

France v Scotland

So… about last weekend’s rugby…

I managed to go to Düsseldorf just in time to watch the game between France and Scotland at Paris. And what a dire game it was, too.

At the pub, there is an offer on… you get 2 beers for the price of 1, but it’s only valid until the first score. It’s a good idea, and it’s fine by me! And because the game was so crap, there hasn’t been any score until the 22nd minute… the landlord was complaining (jokingly) about how they should hurry up and score as he was losing money!

But finally there was a score… only a penalty, but it was a score nonetheless. It was one of those really scrappy games that kept getting interrupted by scrums and lineouts and penalties. There was no go in it at all, even though Scotland did seem to be well in the game at the beginning. But at half time, the score was just 6-3 to France.
The second half proved more eventful, but still crap. At least a couple of tries were scored, and Scotland were close to the French score, and they did play better than last week against Wales. But still, France won with 22-13.

Mornington Crescent

I have recently made a re-appearance at a forum site I used to frequent. It was nice to be back and see everyone was still there… even though some have departed and some new ones have entered the scene. There have also been changes in the layout of the site, which took a bit to get used to.

Anyway, on the forum, I came across this thread titled ‘Mornington Crescent’. Now, at first, I didn’t look at it, and when I did… I was like… ¿qué?

I was sure I’ve missed something out when I read on. So I looked back, and no… I couldn’t have missed anything. But the whole thing didn’t make sense.

Basically, all that people listed were London Underground stations. It was as if they were playing a game, a game that I have never come across, yet it seemed so widely known. It seemed complex, as people were saying these stations in a seemingly random order and quoting them with these obscure rules and exceptions. And the objective is to go from the starting station (as stated by the first turn by a player), and try to get to Mornington Crescent station first and stopping others from doing so.

It turns out, that the game has no rules. Or they did, but they’re not used anymore. It became popular through a radio comedy show, as the panellists played the game on air. However, it wasn’t the type of strategy game like people are used to… I believe they really do list random London Underground stations, making up these different variations of rules, just so to confuse the audience.

However, I’m yet to get my head around this. Apparently there are a lot of different variations of ‘rules’ online, which I’ve come across, but then, those have just been made up, and people just play other random rules, most probably their own. There is just nothing consistent.
Weird. Just plain weird.

Eugh...

Been a few days since I’ve written on here… got quite a bit of stuff to write on, but I just have no willpower at all to do it.

Let’s see… what I’ve got to write about:

The weekend of Straßburg and Liechtenstein.
Amsterdam.
And last weekend’s rugby.
And some other random crap inbetween.

It may not seem like much, but I just feel bleh about it all at the moment. However, I will get around to doing them all… just not sure when.

However, the past couple of weeks have been relatively quiet compared to the ones I’ve been having. I’m also trying to save the monies for the road trip in April, too. And I’m also keeping the pennies for Karneval this weekend.

Any ideas what Karneval may be? For those who don’t, it’s basically a huuuuge piss-up of hugeness in the big cities along the Rhein. Apparently, the largest ones are in Düsseldorf, Köln and Mainz. But I’ll only be attending the ones at Düsseldorf and Köln as they’re both nice and close and convenient. But the trouble is, there is apparently an unwritten rule about dressing up in costume. I know it’s fun and all that, but I don’t really do all this fancy dress crap… and because of that, I haven’t a clue on what to do about it. I may go as a Welshman… or just having a Welsh flag draped across me. However, I’m not sure how well that may go down!

Hm… I’m kind of stuck on that.

Suggestions on a postcard, bitte!

A Modern Version Of Rumpelstiltskin

Once upon a time, but not so long ago, there was a poor pimp, who had a plain looking chav girlfriend. He approached the local Mafia boss to make him more important and to make something of his life. He told him, “I have a girlfriend, who can change rubber into gold.”

The greedy boss was pleased to hear this, and summoned his girlfriend to arrive at his estate tomorrow morning. So the next day, he brought her to a small, dark room, and inside it, there were piles of stolen car tyres and an industrial washing machine. He warned her, “You must change these tyres into gold bling. If you do not want to be given as ASBO, you must do this task by the time Eastenders comes on this evening. The boss then locked the door behind him, leaving the girl behind all alone in the room.

The girl did not know how to turn the machine on, let alone change rubber into gold. She was afraid because she could do nothing. She could only cry. Suddenly, she heard a croaky groan coming from behind the tyres. She walked curiously but warily across the room towards the strange noise. She saw a half dressed man, who was lying there in a drunken stupor. The man said to her in a sleepy voice, “Why are you crying so loud, mate? You woke me up!”

“I’m crying,” she sobbed, “because I have to change these tyres into gold bling for the Mafia boss.”

“I see, so what’s the big problem with that?” The man asked, “Why are you crying like a baby because of such a thing? It’s not as if you need a qualification!”

“But nobody can change rubber into gold!” Cried the girl tearfully, “It cannot happen! It’s impossible, ain’t it?”

“I can do the task for you, but you have to give me something.” He said, while taking a swig of beer. 

“I have my chewing gum, which I can give to you!” And then the drunkard slumped onto the chair got to work. The tyres were put into the washing machine, and it spun and spun and spun so fast, that the appliance was bouncing all over the room. And after countless loads during the day, the room was full of gold and no sign of any tyre.

Shortly before the beginning of the soap opera, the Mafia boss stepped into the room to inspect the gold. He was happy, but wanted more. The boss led the girl into another larger room. “Make gold with these two washing machines, the tyres are over by there.” The boss explained, “I want gold before my soap opera! You don’t want an ASBO, do you?”

Helpless and alone, the girl cried. But the same drunken man fell out of the old plywood cupboard, and for some drunken reason, he was wearing woman’s clothes. He belched, “What would you give me, if I make gold?”

“You can have my MP3 Player!” She said. The man stumbled over to the washing machines, and got to work. And the two washing machines spun and spun and spun all day. By the time the boss came, there was nothing left, apart from obnoxious gold jewellery. The gold pleased him, but he still wanted more. The girl was led to another and larger room, which had more washing machines and more rubber.

“If you give me gold jewellery from this rubber, I will reward you. Now work!” He commanded, as he slammed the door. The girl, who was more and more upset, sat on the chair and cried. She could do nothing but cry.

The man, who wore nothing but a tyre, appeared and slurred, “What will you give me, if I change rubber to gold?”

“But I have nothing for you! You bled me dry!” The girl replied. But they came to an agreement, that the man would get her first car. The man began work once again, and when done, there was a room full of gold. Wholly pleased with this gold, the boss have her a cheap slab of Special Brew lager.

A year later, the girl dubiously acquired her first Vauxhall Nova, and she totally forgot about the drunken man. But he mysteriously appeared in front of her council house, wearing only a toga, and he said, “Now give me what you promised.” The girl cried, and she offered him her cigarettes and CDs, but she couldn’t part from her car.

He took pity on her, and said, “If you can guess my name in three days, the car is yours.” But how could she find out his name in three days? She thought of every name in mind, and asked the regulars in the pub for ideas, but none were his name.

As her homies walked by the pub, they saw the drunkard in the gutter, where he fell. He mumbled a poem.

            Today I drink; always I drink,

            I sing a song for me.

            I am so happy, happy like a horse,

            Only I know, I’m called Barney.

The girl was happy that she knew the name, and when the man visited her house on the third day, he asked, “What is my name?”

“Ludwig?” She replied.

“No, try again!”

“How about Matthew?”

“I’m not called that!”

“Are you not Barney?”

“How did you know that? Have you been talking in that corner shop? That old hag has told you!” 

Barney was so angry, he didn’t see the rake on the garden path, and he stamped his foot down so hard, that the rake impaled it. Today, he is claiming benefits and compensation.

Eine Moderne Version Des Rumpelstilzchens

Es war einmal, aber nicht so lang her, ein armer Zuhälter, der eine recht unansehnliche angeberische Freundin hatte. Er nahm Kontakt zum lokalen Mafiachef auf, um ihn wichtig zu machen, und etwas aus sich zu machen. Er sagte ihm, „Ich hab’ eine Freundin, die Gummi zu Gold machen kann.”

Es freut den habgierigen Chef zu begreifen, und er werde seine Freundin auffordern, am Morgen zur Siedlung zu kommen. Am nächsten Tag brachte er sie in ein  kleines und dunkles Zimmer, in dem jede Menge gestohlene Reifen und eine industrielle Waschenmaschine stand. Er warnte sie „Du musst diesen Reifen zu goldenem auffälligen Modeschmuck verarbeiten. Du musst diese Aufgabe bis zum Anfang der ,Lindenstraße’ heute Abend erledigen, wenn du willst, keine unsoziale Betragene Ordnung dir zu neigen.” Und dann schloss der Chef die Tür hinter ihr ab, ließ das Mädchen ganz allein im Zimmer zurück.

Das Mädchen wusste nicht, wie sie die Maschine anstellen sollte, geschweige denn wie sie Gummi aus Gold machen sollte. Sie hatte Angst, weil sie nichts tun konnte. Sie konnte nur weinen. Ganz plötzlich, hörte sie ein krächzendes Stöhnen, dass hinter den Reifen zu hören war. Sie ging neugierig aber vorsichtig hinüber im Zimmers auf das merkwürdige Geräusch zu. Sie sah einen halb bekleideten Herrn, der sich im Vollrausch auf den Boden legte. Der Mann sagte ihr mit schläfrigen Stimme „Warum weinst du so laut, Spezl? Du hast mich aufgeweckt!”

„Ich heule,” schluchzte sie, „weil ich diesen Reifen für den Mafiachef heute zu Modeschmuck verwandeln muss!“

„Ach so, was ist das große Problem?” fragte der Mann, „Warum weinst du wie ein Baby, wegen solch eines Dinges? Schließlich braucht man ja eine Qualifikation!”

„Aber niemand kann Gold aus Gummi haben!”, schrie das Mädchen in Tränen aufgelöst, „Es kann nicht passieren! Es ist unmöglich, oder?”

„Ich kann diese Aufgabe für dich machen, aber musst du mir etwas geben.” Trug er

vor, als er einen Schluck Bier trank.

„Ich habe mein Kaugummi, dass ich dir geben könnte!” Und dann ließ der Betrunkene sich in einen Sässel fallen, und fing an zu arbeiten. Die Reifen wurden in die Maschine gestellt, und die schleuderte und schleuderte und schleuderte, so schnell, dass der Apparat ganzflächig durchs Zimmers holperte. Nach unzähligen Ladungen über den Tag verteilt, war das Zimmer voll Gold, und kein Reifen war zu sehen.

Kürzlich vor dem Anfang der Seifenoper, trat der Mafiachef ins Zimmer, um sein Gold zu prüfen. Er war sehr froh, aber er wollte mehr. Der Chef führte das Mädchen zu einem anderen größeren Zimmer. „Mach’ Gold mit diesen zwei Waschmaschinen, die Reifen sind dort drüben.” Erklärte der Chef, „Ich will Gold vor meiner Seifenoper! Du willst keine Ordnung, oder?”

Hilflos und allein, weinte das Mädchen. Aber der gleiche Säufer wie gestern fiel aus dem alten Sperrholzschrank, und wegen eines betrunkenen Grundes, trug er Frauenkleidung. Er rülpste, „Was gibst du mir, wenn ich Gold mache?”

„Du kannst meinen MP3-Spieler haben!”, sagte sie. Der Mann stolperte zu den Waschmaschinen, und er erledigte die Arbeit. Und die zwei Waschmaschinen schleuderten und schleuderten und schleuderten den ganzen Tag. Bis der Chef ankam, war nichts mehr übrig, sondern widerlicher goldener Schmuck. Das Gold gefiel ihm, und er wollte noch mehr. Das Mädchen wurde zu einem anderen und größeren Zimmer geführt, das mehr Waschmaschinen und mehr Gummi hatte.

„Wenn du mir den Goldschmuck aus diesen Gummi gibst, werde ich dich belohnen. Nun arbeite!”, befahl er, als er die Tür zuschlug. Das Mädchen, das immer trauriger wurde, saß auf dem Stuhl, und weinte. Sie konnte nichts anderes zu tun, nur weinen.

Der Mann, der nichts als einen Reifen trug, erschien, und artikulierte undeutlich: „Was gibst du mir, wenn ich das Gummi zu Gold verwandele?”

„Aber ich hab’ nichts für dich! Du hast mich total ausgenommen!” Antwortete das Mädchen. Aber sie einigten sich darauf, dass der Mann ihr erstes Auto haben sollte. Der Mann fing wieder an zu arbeiten, und am Ende, gab es ein Zimmer voll Gold. Ganz fröhlich wegen dieses Golds, gab der Chef ihr ein billiges Bierpaket des speziellen Bräues.

Ein Jahr später, eignete sich das Mädchen einem Vauxhall Nova Auto an, und sie vergaß den betrunkenen Herrn völlig. Aber er erschien sonderbar vor ihrer Sozialwohnung, trug nur eine Toga, und er sagte, „Nun gib mir, was du versprachst.” Das Mädchen weinte, und sie bot ihn ihre Zigaretten und auch ihre CDs an, aber sie konnte sich nicht vom Auto trennen.

Er hatte mit ihr Mitleid, und sagte, „Wenn du mir meinen Namen in drei Tagen sagst, ist das Auto deines.” Aber wie konnte sie den Namen in weniger als drei Tagen herausfinden? Sie dachte alle Namen im Kopf, und fragte die Stammkunden in der Kneipe nach Ideen, aber keine war sein Name.

Als ihre Homies vorüber die Kneipe gingen, sahen sie den Betrunken in der Gosse, der liegen blieb, wo er hingefallen war. Er nuschelte ein Gedicht.

            „Heute trink’ ich; Immer trink’ ich.

            Ich singe ein Gedicht für mich.

            Ich bin so froh, froh wie ein Pferd

            Nur ich weiß, heiß ich Gottschalk.”

Das Mädchen war glücklich, dass sie den Namen wusste, und wann der Mann ihren Wohnort am dritten Tag besuchte, fragte er, „Wie ist mein Name?”

„Ludwig?”, antwortete sie.

„Nein, versuch es wieder!”

„Wie wäre es mit Mattheus?”

„Heiß’ ich nicht.”

„Heißt du etwa Gottschalk?”

„Wieso weißt du das? Hast du im Tante-Emma-Laden geplaudert? Jene Nebelkrähe hat das dir gesagt!” 

Gottschalk war so wütend, dass er die Harke auf dem Gartenweg nicht sah, und er stampfte mit seinem Fuß mit solcher Wucht, dass die Harke seinen Fuß aufspießte. Heutzutage macht er geltend Krankengeld und Entschädigung.

Rumpelstiltskin

Wooo!!!

I have come across my fairy tale adaptation, after being reminded of it when talking about something to do with fairies stealing babies from hermaphrodite women.

Anyway… I had to do it for a module in German at uni. We were given a fairy tale to choose from, and make it into a modern story. I decided to modernise Rumpelstiltskin.

For the ones who don’t know the story behind him… here be it:

 

A local miller wanted to impress the local King or Lord or what-have-you. So, he told him that he has a daughter who could spin straw into gold.

The King was interested in this, so he sent her to a dungeon with a spinning wheel and some straw, and told her to make some gold. But in fact, she didn’t have a clue what to do and started to cry, because she was threatened to get her head cut off if she didn’t do it by morning.

 

So, by hearing her crying, a small midgety dwarf thing appeared… and said he could turn the straw to gold in return for something. So he did, and the next morning the King was happy, but wanted more. So he sent her to another room with more straw and told her to do the same again.

Anyway, this repeated for the next night or so, but the girl ran out of things to give the midgety dwarf thing… so he said he’ll do it only if she would give him her first born kid. She agreed and he went on with it. So, the King had enough gold for now and got her to marry the Prince and they both had a kid.

Then… the girl was greeted by the midgety dwarf thing, who demanded her son. She began to get upset and cried, and feeling sorry for her, he would leave them alone if she could find out his name in three days. She thought of every name she knew, and even the conspicuous names. Eventually, she sent out one of the guard people to find some names. He then came across this midgety dwarf thing dancing around and singing, and he mentioned his name.

So, the midgety dwarf thing came back, and feeling ever so confident that she couldn’t know his name (which is Rumpelstiltskin, by the way)… but she knew and said it anyway. Well, he wasn’t at all amused and started stomping his foot on the floor in a tantrum, and his foot eventually went through the floorboards and he got stuck. Some versions of the story actually mention that he cut himself in half trying to get free… Nice.

So… I’ll post my versions up, both in German and English.

Have fun.

6 Nations Table (as of 8th of February)

1 – England Played: 1 Won: 1 Drawn: 0 Lost: 0 Points: 2

2 – Wales Played: 1 Won: 1 Drawn: 0 Lost: 0 Points: 2

3 – Ireland Played: 1 Won: 1 Drawn: 0 Lost: 0 Points: 2

4 – France Played: 1 Won: 0 Drawn: 0 Lost: 1 Points: 0

5 – Scotland Played: 1 Won: 0 Drawn: 0 Lost: 1 Points: 0

6 – Italy Played: 1 Won: 0 Drawn: 0 Lost: 1 Points: 0

Scotland v Wales

For me, this was the game of the weekend. Me and Dan made the effort to go over to Düsseldorf to watch it in a pub there.

The game started out really good for Wales, but took a while to get a try in, and then another followed a couple of minutes later!

Scotland had a few good runs in it, too… but couldn’t get past the Welsh defence, which has been really good for a long time. And the Welsh scrum has also been really effective. The only thing Wales couldn’t do well today was kicking. Stephen Jones missed quite a lot of penalties and conversions… actually, there were no conversions despite 4 tries by Wales.

Scotland has also been unlucky with injuries during the game. Two Scottish players were replaced after being knocked out when making tackles… one of which also got him a yellow card for an illegal tackle in mid air… Lee Byrnes knee smacked him in the head and took him out.

Eventually, Scotland got a try at the final parts of the game. But Wales won by 26-13.

But it was a good performance by Wales, not the best I’ve seen though… it’s not easy winning at Murrayfield, but it’s a good sign for the forthcoming games. Like the one against England on Saturday!

Ireland v France

This was played straight after the game between England and Italy… but I didn’t follow it as I made my way to Dortmund.

Anyway, after reading the reports, this game seemed to have been much better than the one earlier. It was like a proper game of rugby with tries and hard tackling and such.

It was a closer and tighter game… and it was about neck and neck all the way, but Ireland managed to beat France by 30-21.

England v Italy

The game was played on Saturday, the 7^th of February.

In, all England didn’t play too good. If there was one team who were playing, it was Italy. I didn’t manage to watch the game, so I went online to listen via radio.

So, I set myself up… got my apples and cheese and beer out for it. But half way through the national anthems, BBC cut it off saying it can’t play anymore due to stupid broadcasting rights 

Anyway… I found that Yahoo does live updates every minute or so. Some guy in the stadium types up comments on what’s going on. So I spent the game reading them.

So, as far as I could tell, England were doing good for some time and scored a couple of tries. But they didn’t play good in the long run… such as sin bins, and just crappy play, really. They scored 3 tries and a couple of penalties…

Italy did alright. They managed to play good at some points, and came close to scoring a couple of times, but finally managed a try towards the end of the game.

So, the final score was 36-11 to England.

6 Nations

This weekend, the 6 Nations have started again.

For those who don’t know about the 6 Nations, it’s basically a rugby tournament held annually. The teams who play in it are England, France, Ireland, Italy, Scotland and Wales.

Who ever comes up on top wins the Championship. If a team manages to beat all the other teams wins the Grand Slam title, and the Triple Crown goes to a Home Nation (i.e. England, Ireland, Scotland and Wales) if they beat the other Home Nations.

In Britain especially, the 6 Nations tournament is very popular… maybe even more popular than the World Cup. And watching games in the pub or the stadium is also a very good time!

Anyway, the first weekend is complete… I’ll let you know how they all went on.

Danmark

Now it’s time to tell the tale of Denmark!

The weekend after the trip around Rheinland-Pfalz, me and Rob went to visit a friend of ours in good ol’ northern Schleswig-Holstein. We left on the Saturday morning, and soon we figured it would have worked out better if we did the travelling the night before, so that we could spend longer in Denmark. But maybe next time!

As we got to Schleswig-Holstein, the weather closed in. Fortunately it remained dry, but it got really windy and the sky was covered in cloud. The buildings and houses seemed to be getting more and more Nordic and the countryside getting flatter.

The sign to Schleswig-Holstein said it was the land of many horizons. Most probably due to how flat the place is. Letters like K, Y and X began to creep into place names, a definite sign of Norse influence.

Dai’s house was easy to find. All we had to do is get off the Autobahn, and his street was the road connected to it. It seemed typically northern. It’s rather awkward to explain the type of architecture, but look at pictures of building in Northern Europe, and you’ll get the picture.

No pun intended there…

We didn’t stay long in Neumünster… it was about 3 when we left, and only a couple of daylight hours to go, so we got back onto the A7 northbound to the border.

We saw that there was nothing in Padborg, so we went in the direction of Sønderborg and Nordborg. We saw some of Nordborg, like the castle, a lake, a couple of Danish supermarkets, where Dai found this very interesting beer, and a ‘dog in a box’.

We tried to figure out the conversion and rates of the Kroner to the Euro and Pound. Apparently, the Kroner is fixed to the Euro, so we had to divide the Kroner by seven to get the equivalent amount in Euros. This caused us some confusion, despite the seemingly simple maths involved.

We then went to Sønderborg, a larger town with more to do. We looked for some place to eat, but first went to this wine bar place, paid about six Euros for a beer, (Denmark is expensive, and the Kroner is awkward to convert, which didn’t make things easier). We found a sports bar called ‘Maybe Not Bob’, which had a wall covered in album covers from the 80s, a drink list with dodgy cocktail names, toilets covered with graffiti (or murals) and photogenic Danish girls.

We eventually found this place that did Mongolian food, in an all-you-can-eat buffet. So for the price (of 138 Danish Kroner), we found it of really good value and I ended up stuffing myself with four plates and acquired a couple of sets of chopsticks, which majestically fell out of my pocket as we left…

As we got back to Dai’s, Rob somehow managed to access the Internet, something Dai was unable to do with his laptop. And we found out why Dai’s beer was so cheap. The ABV was 1.8%… and the flavour was caramel. Much to Dai’s unamusement.