Copenhagen, Copenhagen city center boredom!

A couple of good days in Copenhagen's over, and I'm slowly recovering. The Kaisers gig was the best gig I never saw. The extreme heat at Loppen, combined with the stages position, made it more or less impossible for me to see anything. But the music was great from the bar and the atmosphere was great. Afterwards we went to Turbinehallerne, where rumors had it that former punk legend, now MOR crooner, Steen Jørgensen would be DJ'ing. And so he was, in a very strange, but excellent nightclub. It's basically a big room in a basement, with a central bar, the walls painted black, and old furniture placed more or less randomly around the room. Steen flipped a lot of old punk records, quite a few Primal Scream songs and far far to many reggae tracks. All in all a great night, finished of at Burger King right after a hilarious encounter with "actor", and dope fiend, Robert Hansen... who to no ones surprise was in a loud argument with a girl... Danish celebs for ya.

The day after it was the Cup Final between Mortens favorites FC Midtjylland and the blue/yellow menace that is Brøndby. After Danish standarts it was a brilliant and exciting game, that Brøndby won 3-2 in overtime. Again thew atmosphere was pretty good, and since the police actually had time to write out fines to people who made rude gestures at them, well, the violence couldn't have been that bad! The trip home also started lovely as we got seats in an almost empty train, next to two old ladies, one of them reading Dan Browns Digital Fortress. Unfortunatly the peace and seats didn't last, as we had to switch trains in Odense, and got on a train full of manic Brøndby fans from Jutland!

While I was gone, we've lost the test channel we've had for the last 2 months. How I'm gonna miss Showtime! So many "great" action movies in a constant re-run - where am I now gonna go for my weekly dose of Harley Davidson & The Marlboro Man!?!?

I predict a riot....

I've just started the latest William Gibson novel, Pattern Recognition. I'm a pretty big fan of Gibson, especially his "less cyber" stuff, and PR seems very promising. Lines like
"She knows, now, absolutely, hearing the white noise that is London, that Damiens theory of jet lag is correct: that her mortal soul is leagues behind her, being reeled in on some ghostly umbilical down the vanished wake of the plane that brought her here, hundreds of thousands of feet above the Atlantic. Souls can't move that quickly, and are left behind, and must be awaited, upon arrival, like lost luggage"
just gives me the shivers!

In an hour or so, it's departure for the Kaiser Chiefs show in Copenhagen.... should be a blast..... or a riot!

Redefining irony?

In the quest to dress up for Wednesdays Kaiser Chiefs show, I ordered a merchandise shirt last week:



Irony, don't you think?

But what makes it even more ironic is the quest I had to complete to actually get my shirt from the post office. The package arrived on Thursday, when no one was home. So the mailman slipped a note through the door, informing me that the package could be retrieved that very afternoon from the post office. Being a mailman myself, I found this unlikely, since packages normally can't be retrieved until the day after. "What the heck" I thought, and took the short stroll down to the post office. Here I give the lady behind the counter the note, and she goes to find my shirt. After a while she yells at me to find out what number I live in. '65' I inform her, and after a while she returns with a bag that could easily contain a shirt. Without checking the name, she hands it over, I sign for it, and leaves the post office. Outside I tear open the package, and sees..... a f'ck'n Spurz football jersey! "Do my eyes deceive me?" I think, as other thoughts race my mind. For a second I consider this a cruel joke played on me by my Spurz supporting father, but find it unlikely. Then I look at the address, and finds a different street, floor and name written on the front of the package.... the only similarity is the street number; 65! I go back into the post office, and gives the rather embarrassed lady behind the counter back the package. Yesterday I actually got my shirt.

Everything's going on in Århus today; it's the first of May, the local football wankers are playing Esbjerg, all the shops are open and there is a major bicycle race going on in town - obviously traffic chaos' ensured!

Also, I recieved a down right flaming from my little brother, due to my comments about his womens moustaches blog - and fair deal, maybe shaving doesn't speed up the hair growth a I suggested, but according to The Beard Community Bulletin Board (I kid you not!); "when you shave, the “ends” or points of the hairs become blunt instead of soft. So it feels rougher, but the growth is the same. The hair might look darker but it is only because the length is uniform" - if feels rougher and look darker ain't a turn for the worse, then I don't know... beard boy!