Thursday, 17 July 2014

Copenhagen 2014

Scandianavia may once have been the home of the Vikings but on our recent trip it seemed now to be the land of the overpriced pint. The beers were still totally, completely delicious (obvs) but when you’re coughing up seven quid a pop you begin to feel like you’re being pillaged as much as you’re getting pissed.

No matter, mad vibes were afoot as we were in Copenhagen to ‘large it’ (as any self-respecting Viking might have once said) for a wedding. The flex was four days of intense, late night drinking with the marriage thrown slap bang in the middle. The backdrop was a city full of aesthetically similar humans, bicycles and lakes of Tuborg.

Unsurprisingly, much of our trip was spent swimming, some times drowning, in these lakes. After getting up at 3.30am to catch our flight, we spent the first 24 hours continuously boozing, aided by an altercation with a quartet of firey espresso martinis. At one in the morning we were chewing on coffee beans and ended up heading off to the last available watering hole in the Danish capital to sink more lagers until light.

Friday was slightly more sedate with a bit of a sweat over a soundsystem (moi was the chosen wedding selector on the big night itself - eek) while Saturday saw the bells toll and the union go down. It was a suitably sweet and funny do with plenty of manly Guiness supping, smoking, shouting and eating before total chaos descended. There was a hoe down, large amounts of Whitney and Mel and Kim plus some unfortunate soilage and locking out. Big ups to the happy couple for letting us run totally riot. It was wild.  

The next day’s hangover boozy brunch ended up in a pub crawl which ended up in boarding a ‘party bus’ which ended up in Christiana – the lawless district where you leave your rules and your wits at the door. We discovered the Green Light district where you can purchase relaxants via shady looking gents hiding in stalls under camouflage netting. It’s a weird place to visit especially under the cover of night but was a fitting full stop to a huge jaunt indeed…

Can't stand the rain
Norman Foster's

The harbour


Eat the bean #espressomartinis

Getting late


View from the bed 1

View from the bed 2

Wedding disco records

This old cinema is a netto
Get in ma belly
Hired wheels

Load of idiots at the mermaid

Unimpressed by mermaid or idiots

Anything goes zone

Wedding socks

Wedding sign

Wedding scran

Wedding band

Wedding dancefloor

Redlighting that mother

Wedding hangover brunch - an hour late



Guiness flex

Sunday night party bus

On the party bus

Christiana at night


Going home

Monday, 7 July 2014

How deep is deep?

You know summer has arrived when you can't stop sneezing, sweating or drinking pints straight after work. It's nice out and one has simply got to make the most of it before the UK's six month ice age lands and drives everyone back to their coats. Weddings, World Cup fever and running have all been at the heart of recent activity. Get low...

Watching real ale bores
The Bucktini - 'pure filth'

Another exotic breakfast

Mortradella bologna with pistachios sounds right nice doesn't it? 

It's not! It's just an arse of corned beef!

All day drinking is 'the one'

Boom boom (wiggle wiggle)

Like looking into a mirror

I wanna marry Harry = new favourite show

Anthem for 2014


Watching England crash out of the World Cup from a long way away

You're having a giraffe mate

Egg/cheese toastie meet in the frying pan

Badger patrol

Post Hackney half marathon mental breakdown

The Marquis of Lansdown bar - aka 'faves'