Hey peoples,
Colin (boyfriend) has now made it to Denmark. He's already given everyone a great impression of Australia by:
a) Not wearing shoes, despite having toenails so disgusting I wouldn't touch them with a 10ft pole and then telling everyone that in Australia, he never wears shoes at all. Apparently 5 degree weather is but a small obstacle - he has to toughen up his feet you see (for what? who knows...)
b) Telling everyone that the national dish of Australia is MEAT - and not nice meat, really ordinary meat such as chops with lots of fat on the side
c) Being passionately and very vocally proud of the fact that it has taken him 7yrs to get his dreads so filthy that they're black (shudder)
d) Telling everyone that all Australians are really lazy
I think that these factors, combined with Colin & I's extra yob performance of 'Advance Australia Fair' contributed to many people's decisions to never visit our beautiful sunburnt country. But such is life.
Yesterday Colin summed up in one statement why he has so much difficulty with the Danish pronunciations when he said "the reason I can't pronounce anything properly is that I can't be bothered to read the whole words - I just look at the beginnings and endings and guess what the middles are going to sound like". Oh Colin.... you are true blue.
Monday, March 11, 2002
Hello one and all,
Goddamn............... today the "marathonbar" finally came to an end. It is a great tradition in the bar downstairs - once a year the bar opens for 4 days and all the crazy Danes compete to see who can stay for the entire 72 hours and drink the most beer. They all seem to take it very seriously, with speeches and all -"I would like to thank everyone in my kitchen for helping me to reach this goal. I've drunk a lot of beer over the past 4 days. I truly believe that nothing is good without beer..." and so on. (At least I think that's what they were saying - the transalation may be shady at best). Køkken (kitchen) Q has won the beer drinking contest for a few consecutive years, so when in danger of losing, they hastily bought 6 crates of beer for all to share. First thing in the morning and furthermore, giving all due consideration to the fact that the best beer was about 7.5%, beer makes for much incoherency, resulting in diary entries such as this. Aside from all of this, I have made wehat I seriously believe to be a step up the ladder from ING & will hopefully soon commence a job delivering pamphlets. Fresh air, no office politics... what more could I possibly want? Will also be starting Danish lessons very soon.
Adios.
Goddamn............... today the "marathonbar" finally came to an end. It is a great tradition in the bar downstairs - once a year the bar opens for 4 days and all the crazy Danes compete to see who can stay for the entire 72 hours and drink the most beer. They all seem to take it very seriously, with speeches and all -"I would like to thank everyone in my kitchen for helping me to reach this goal. I've drunk a lot of beer over the past 4 days. I truly believe that nothing is good without beer..." and so on. (At least I think that's what they were saying - the transalation may be shady at best). Køkken (kitchen) Q has won the beer drinking contest for a few consecutive years, so when in danger of losing, they hastily bought 6 crates of beer for all to share. First thing in the morning and furthermore, giving all due consideration to the fact that the best beer was about 7.5%, beer makes for much incoherency, resulting in diary entries such as this. Aside from all of this, I have made wehat I seriously believe to be a step up the ladder from ING & will hopefully soon commence a job delivering pamphlets. Fresh air, no office politics... what more could I possibly want? Will also be starting Danish lessons very soon.
Adios.
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