Clocks
Ok, it’s probably time I wrote more stuff on this - I’ve been a bit distracted of late on account of living in Estonia now, but more on that later etc.
First, something fairly important to get out of the way:
A street scene in Copenhagen etc :
Nothing unusual in that, I here you crie, looks completely normal to me? WTF?
But look a little closer…
Yes, the restaurant with the abandoned pram outside it has a clock… which says a qtr to nine… AND THAT WAS ACTUALLY WHAT THE TIME WAS!!!
Incredible. If you come from England you will never have seen that before. No public clock ever knows the time… but I started noticing them here, and they’re everywhere. Amazing. The Danish have somehow managed to synchronise every clock in the country. It must have taken years.
The only clock in the whole of England that tells the correct time is Big Ben - and as The English have forgotten how to read the time on clocks with hands (apart from lawyers and things), the point is largely moot (which is a legal term) (and anyway, time itself was invented by a Scotsman (the same one that invented roads, and golf) so maybe that’s why), it’s mainly there for the tourists, but in Denmark they all seem to know what the time is. Here’s another one
And another.
I expect that these people are probably thinking OMG, is that the time?, we’ve missed the news. LOL.
Except in Danish… assuming these people are Danish. They seem Danish.
That first restaurant is called Le Pettit Tortus, which is Danish for The Little Tortoise. I was sitting opposite in a place called Huks Fluks. Fuck knows what that means.
It’s probably not even spelt properly, but it’s not always easy to tell with foreign words. Good food though. Norwegian King Crabs from Norway.
This is a rare shot of Susan not complaining about anything - although from this angle it’s difficult to gauge what sort of mood she’s in. It could go either way. Best just keep quiet at the moment eh.
(oh, that’s Norway in the background btw)
