Wednesday, December 22, 2004
Ah, Denmark.
The smell of hops and barley and some sort of cooked meat. Spuds in all shapes and sizes. Utterly well-dressed people who nevertheless manage to look pretty much the same. Practical footwear.
I'm going back home this afternoon, which is most enjoyable. I'm already fantasising about log fires, copious amounts of food, presents, live candles and the return of my sanity.
I am also anticipating trundling up and down my childhood's high street for last minute buys, a couple of beers at my local and several discussions relating to 'immigrants' who, supposedly, are all thieves, rapists, quite lazy, bit silly and generally looked down upon.
*Sigh*
Perhaps I'll just stay at my parents' house and not open a paper, turn on the telly or answer the phone for a week.
Merry Christmas!
The smell of hops and barley and some sort of cooked meat. Spuds in all shapes and sizes. Utterly well-dressed people who nevertheless manage to look pretty much the same. Practical footwear.
I'm going back home this afternoon, which is most enjoyable. I'm already fantasising about log fires, copious amounts of food, presents, live candles and the return of my sanity.
I am also anticipating trundling up and down my childhood's high street for last minute buys, a couple of beers at my local and several discussions relating to 'immigrants' who, supposedly, are all thieves, rapists, quite lazy, bit silly and generally looked down upon.
*Sigh*
Perhaps I'll just stay at my parents' house and not open a paper, turn on the telly or answer the phone for a week.
Merry Christmas!
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