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February 2

I have been having trouble sleeping lately, waking up three and four times during the night, for no reason at all. I just can’t seem to be able to get deep, uninterrupted sleep and it’s really pissing me off.

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Last Friday, Kat and I went on a date and had dinner at Lille Bror, a nice restaurant in the city centre. We had a lovely 3-course menu and a glass of wine, then went for a drink at The Living Room and then met with Carlos and Marisa in Balderdash and Strøm, before going back home around midnight.

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On Saturday, I went to pick up at the framing shop a couple of posters I got from my Mexican friend, Javier,; he bought them in a Lucha Libre match a year ago and sent them back to me with Klara, a girl who used to work at my favourite coffee shop here in Copenhagen, who had stayed with Javier during her visit to Mexico City. They look fantastic. I also went record shopping at Sound Station and got “Magical Mystery Tour” and “Help”, my first The Beatles vinyls, which I played as soon as I got home.

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On Sunday, Kat and went to check out a flea market in Nørrebro, had Turkish food for lunch, then went to Torverhallerne for coffee and then back home to hide from the cold. We somehow ended up watching an entire episode of “Ex on the Beach,” a reality show in which a group of British chavs (muscular guys and hottish girls, all sprayed tan and with terrible tattooes) hang out on the beach and anxiously await for their exes to randomly come out of the sea, usually bringing some sort of drama. It was hilarious.

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Taylor and I have a great taste for t-shirts…

We also kept watching “Banshee”, a series Kat recommended after a failed attempt to get me into “True Blood.” In case you haven’t heard of it, the series is about a thief that becomes the sheriff of a small town in the middle of nowhere (not gonna tell you how he does that, in case you want to see it) and spends his days fighting bad guys, fucking women, and trying to get his old girlfriend back. Despite the crap opening titles sequence, I really like it; it’s nicely directed, it’s exciting AND there’s plenty of exposed breasts. In fact, for a small town, Banshee has an impressive number of hot women, the greatest of all being a rebel girl named Rebecca, a character played by Lili Simmons, for whom I seem to have developed a massive crush.

If you don’t know her, Google her up. You’ll know what I’m talking about.

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Just got tickets to see Rom Zombie at VEGA in June. The ticket was reasonably priced and after seeing him played Roskilde last year, I’m really looking forward to see him in Copenhagen’s greatest music venue. Just watch this and you will get an idea…

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December 8

I might have failed to keep up with the diary these days but that doesn’t mean good things haven’t happened lately. On Friday, Kat and I joined Carlos and Marisa at the opening of my friend Geoffrey’s new bar, Balderdash, and were treated to glasses of champagne and a fine rum punch, while waves of joyful people kept flooding into the space, keen to see what Geoffrey had been up to since he left The Union. The result? Well, if you live in Copenhagen, you better check it out for yourself. If you live somewhere else and you’re still curious to know what Balderdash is all about, then head to their website and have a look, I’m sure you’ll wish you were here to pay it a visit.

That same evening, before going to Balderdash, Kat’s parents invited us for a traditional Danish Christmas dinner, which included Flæskesteg (a glorious roast pork), potatoes, red cabbage and gravy, all perfectly cooked. For dessert, we had rice pudding with whipped cream, almonds and hot cherry sauce; I have no idea how this dessert is called but it was fantastic and I helped myself to two bowls, enjoying every spoonful of it. As if this wasn’t enough, Kat’s mum gave me Christmas presents! She got me a coffee maker and a coffee grinder, and the day after, Kat’s Dad surprised me with a set of electrical drills and accessories which are going to come in handy as Kat and I will most likely keep buying stuff to hang on our home’s walls.

Over the weekend, we also took the time to go around town, looking at second-hand shops and Christmas markets, eating 10-kroner soups, cakes, catching up with Sonic Highways, and watching season 1 of Masters of Sex, which we started last week. Kat likes Boardwalk Empire a bit better but we’re sticking to the former until we finish season one, then we’ll probably consider whether to go ahead with season two or change back to Boardwalk Empire, which we left halfway through the first season. We’ll see.

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It’s been 10 years since Dimebag got fatally shot on stage at the Alrosa Village, today. Very sad. I should have worn my Vulgar Display of Power t-shirt this morning…


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November 10

Things are shaking up a bit. It’s mostly work-related stuff and I’m probably overreacting to it but it still makes me anxious and puts my brain in overdrive. I hate when that happens.

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Kat and I went to see three films during the first week of CPH:DOX and I have to say, most of them were very disappointing, especially one entitled “iPhoneChina”, which had a rather interesting premise: If Apple were a state, would you rather want to live in Apple or in China? I was curious to find out how the filmmaker had decided to develop that idea and what I found was a slightly pretentious film that feels as if the director went to China on holidays, shot a lot of handheld video, then came back home and decided to put together a raw film that points out a few observations (some of them quite obvious) but was too lazy to explore them further. As the film progressed, I just kept asking myself: when is this techno-futuristic bollocks going to end?

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After the movie, we met up with Carlos and Marisa for drinks at Lidkoeb, a really cool bar in Vesterbro, which was actually one of the first bars I visited when I moved to Copenhagen. We had a few cocktails and decided to go home around midnight, not before making a quick stop at 7Eleven to get baby bites, a wonderful sausage roll with ketchup, which is probably one of Denmark’s greatest inventions.

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Oh, and over the weekend we also saw “Jimi: All is by my side”, the Jimi Hendrix biopic, which turned out to be quite nice; Andre 3000 totally smashed it and brilliantly captured Hendrix’s charm and coolness through a very convincing performance. The movie has its flaws and if you are a hardcore fan, you will probably find it a bit frustrating, but overall, it was very entertaining.

Now, allow me to drastically change subject and draw your attention to this:

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I might be wrong but I’m pretty sure that a bicycle helmet loses some of its protective properties when worn on top of a thick furry hat. What’s more disconcerting is the fact that there was NO BIKE! That’s right, this was just someone waiting for the bus on a sunny autumn day. Makes no fucking sense.

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September 24

Yesterday, Kat and I spent the evening at Holmens Kanal, a bar in the city centre where the Diplomatico World Tournament was taking place. Some friends from Venezuela who run the Diplomatico brand were in town to endorse the event and my friend Geoffrey was one of the judges of the competition so we dropped by to say hi, see the finals, catch up with some friends and enjoy the free cocktails. It was actually very nice. Six bartenders had to prepare two rum-based cocktails in five minutes, including their own inventive reinterpretation of the classic Daiquiri, for a chance to become Denmark’s representative in the Diplomatico World Tournament to take place next year in Venezuela.

The winner was Rasmus from Duck & Cover, a guy I don’t know but whom I congratulated anyway. I took the opportunity to tell him to get ready to behold the greatest display of breast implants of his life… just the thought of it brought a big smile to his face. It was endearing.

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Browsing through reddit, I came across this thread and now I can’t stop thinking about it; I don’t have any twins and I have never dated one but I can see how terribly heartbreaking the situation described in the thread must be. I had never thought about it that way, makes me wonder…

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September 15

A productive weekend. Kat and I decided to go out a little bit more before the winter hits us and forces us to stay home so on Saturday we decided to go for a walk and eventually ended up at the National Museum of Denmark, a really nice museum I hadn’t visited which had an amazing vintage wallpaper exhibition. Some of the pieces exhibited were not my kind of thing but most of them were truly beautiful artworks with vibrant colours and mesmerizing patterns. I loved it.

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Detail of the ceiling at the National Museum

Detail of the ceiling at the National Museum

On Sunday, we went for lunch at Copenhagen Street Food, another local spot we hadn’t tried. I went there hoping to have some Mexican food from Yuca Taco but turns out it’s not actually there but roaming Copenhagen and parking at different places so instead of Mexican food, Kat and I went for some tasty bacon and cheese burgers (which were huge!) and belgian fries. We then headed to the National Museum again to see some prehistoric pieces and some religious wood sculptures I was interested in checking out.

After the museum, we went to Fidel’s to see a freestyle bartending competition where René and Lars, a couple of friends from The Union, were mixing cocktails out of a mystery box. It was quite crowded on the bar where the competition was being held so we had a cocktail downstairs and then walked all the way to the lakes. We sat on a bench at Dronning Louises Bro for a while and then stopped at Laura’s Bakery for cake before going home. To my surprise, Kat decided to skip cake and go for a pizza! Amazing. I could barely eat cupcake and she went for a medium-sized pizza, which she ate with gusto.

Took my new Badmotorfinger t-shirt for a walk yesterday

Took my new Badmotorfinger t-shirt for a walk yesterday

Once we got home, we attempted to watch Anchorman 2 but left it halfway through, it was terrible. Instead, we ate a chocolate cupcake we brought from the bakery and spent the rest of the evening reading books (Kat) and playing Candy Crush (me). Stupid Candy Crush, I shouldn’t have gone near it, it’s totally fucking up my detox process.

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I just called the doctor to get some info about my blood test and turns out I have very low Vitamin D and B levels, and apparently some cholesterol problems, too. Maybe that’s why my joints hurt and I have been feeling so tired lately. I have booked an appointment for Friday morning to personally check with the doctor what the plan of action will be, I really need to get my shit together and start taking better care of myself…

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August 18

A lot happened this weekend:

Friday evening was spent at home, sleeping on the couch. I dozed off around 8pm and shortly after Kat gently woke me up and invited me to bed, a much more comfortable place to snooze. Not long ago, staying in on a Friday night was unacceptable. I felt like I had to go out, meet people, go crazy. Thinking in all the beautiful scandinavian young girls who were out in the streets, partying hard and looking for a bit of fun, was an incentive strong enough to get me out of the door and into  a bar, almost every day of the week. I’m not kidding. Now, I really couldn’t care less; the beautiful scandinavian girl is laying on the couch next to me and I can sleep my way to Saturday without remorse. I no longer feel like I’m missing out if I don’t go out and, to be honest, I like this much better.

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Having said that, I still enjoy going out for a drink every now and then so, on Saturday, Kat and I met up with Carlos and Marisa and went to The Union, for a change. Before heading there, we drank an entire bottle of Bacardi while we played UNO and Looping Louie, our favourite drinking game (which I’m pretty sure wasn’t intended for that purpose), and once we were a bit tipsy, we decided to continue our intoxication process behind the mighty black door. We were joined by Denis, a German dude I met last summer and with whom I used to go out every once in a while. It had been a long time since we got together so I told him to come down to The Union for a drink. Kat and I spent the evening chatting with him while Carlos and Marisa did their thing. We left them at 2:30am, dancing the night away.

Despite waking up with a mild hungover, Sunday lived up to its reputation. My friend Christiaan and his girlfriend Sasha were in town for a few hours before jumping on a ship for a 10-day Baltic cruise so we met them for breakfast at Kalaset: Christian and I had a massive brunch including eggs, bacon, spicy sausages, bread, cheese and fruits while Sasha and Kat decided to go for the pancakes, all delicious. While in Kalaset, Christiaan gave us a couple of presents: two wonderful micro mushrooms that now stand proudly in our home. Pretty sweet.

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After we filled our tanks, Kat went back home and I took Christian and Sasha to Christiania for a bit of shopping, if you know what I mean. I said goodbye to a very happy Christian and his girlfriend around 1pm and took a bus home.

The rest of the day was spent watching the third season of “Misfits” (by now, a very average tv show), eating pizza, drinking cola and napping on the couch. We also did a cleaning break and took care of the dirty dishes that were sitting in the kitchen, watered Julio and picked up the laundry.

Yep, we’re pretty good at Sundays.

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Time Warp

“Monotony collapses time, novelty unfolds it”
-Joshua Foer

Pfff, what a week. Or should I say “month”? I’m not sure, really. Since I moved to Copenhagen, I seem to have stepped into some sort of parallel universe where time moves slower than usual. Way slower. This apparent warp of my phsychological time makes a lot of sense, of course, particularly after reading Joshua Foer’s “Moonwalking with Einstein.” In the book, Joshua talks about his friend Ed’s quest to expand subjective time by trying to remember more, and the logic behind his theory, that “the more we pack our lives with memories, the slower time seems to fly”, comes to explain why the tempo at which I have experienced time’s passage over the last couple months seems to have lagged.

So much has happened over the last few weeks, so many life experiences have been gathered, that my network of chronological memories has been packed to the point in which it makes time magically expand. And that’s a good thing. For starters, I went on a ski trip to the Italian Alps, one in which my plan right from the beginning was not to ski at all. I know it sounds counterintuitive at first, some people might even say it’s plain stupid, but let me just ask you something: Have you ever spent 4 days in a wooden hut at 2200m with nothing else to do but sitting in front of an amazing snow-covered mountain, drinking fine coffee, eating wonderful homemade cake, reading a book during the day and getting totally drunk at night? Well, I have and I can assure you it’s one of the best things you could ever do in your life.


I knew this trip was going to be very special the moment I stepped into that little hut and found a charming blue-eyed italian girl behind the bar and Led Zeppelin blasting through the speakers. I rolled down my jacket’s zipper to reveal my Zeppelin t-shirt, smiled at her and said: “I like this place already.” She smiled back, and so did her friends sitting at a table next to me. Five minutes later, we were all having cake and drinking hot wine. It was fantastic. While I was on the Alps, I also realised how rare it’s to find myself with an blank to-do list. No e-mails to reply, no dirty clothes to wash, no dinner to cook, no series to catch up with, no bus to get on to go to work, no meetings to attend, no food to buy at the grocery shop, no calls to make, nothing. I could only handwrite, read, eat, drink and walk around the few places I could get to on foot, which were not many in case you were wondering. Every day I would wake up, look through the window and stare in awe at that magnificent mountain that stood firmly just a few meters away, reminding me I was nothing but a tiny particle in the universe. Very humbling.


Then I would step outside and sit there for hours, just gazing at the landscape, lost in my own thoughts. The air was fresh, the sound of the breeze was soothing and the whiteness of it all was beautiful. It was the calm before the storm, and by storm I mean twenty lunatics dancing and drinking like there was no tomorrow. I kid you not, I think I have never mixed so many drinks in one night as I did when I was in that place. A regular evening would start with red wine, followed by hot wine with cinnamon and some other spices, then bombardinos (a yellow-looking hot shot covered in whipped cream), and then pretty much whatever we could find. Rum, vodka, beer, tequila, you name it. We were out of control.

Fast forward a few days and back in Denmark, looking for a new place to live. Before coming here I thought house-hunting in London was tough but I tell you, Copenhagen is a fucking nightmare. There’s just too many people looking for places and very few people renting them out. The good thing, though, is that Copenhagen is way smaller than London, so it doesn’t take ages to go from one potential home to the other, and it’s also a lot cheaper. In fact, for what I used to rent a medium-sized room in London I could easily rent a whole apartment here. That, of course, is under the overly-optimistic assumption that you actually find an apartment at all.

Anyway, after an entire month of calls, e-mails, text messages, viewings and a lot of Google Translate, I finally found a room in a small apartment that I will be sharing with a guy called Robert. Nice dude, it seems. Not only the rent is quite affordable but the place is just a short walk away from work, maybe 2 minutes away on a bike. That means I could wake up at 8:45am, have a shower, grab a bowl of cereal and still make it on time to the office. As if it wasn’t enough, I’ll be very close to Tivoli Gardens, the main train station (quite handy when you have to go to the airport early in the morning), will have a Tapas bar in the basement and one of Copenhagen’s most famous beer bars next door. There are also plenty of stripclubs, sex shops, hookers and drug dealers in the surroundings, and a social house where junkies can go shoot heroin without being disturbed by the regular passerby, but that of course is totally irrelevant.

The same week I found my soon-to-be new home, I also met up with my friend Javier, whom I hadn’t seen in 5 or 6 years, maybe more. Javier and I met up back home long time ago and although we weren’t exactly close, we always managed to keep in touch. He lives in Spain and works for Diplomatico, the greatest rum on the face of the Earth. He was in town promoting a series of events for the brand he represents, one of which really stood out: the “Copenhagen Spirits and Cocktails” After Party at The Union. For those of you who have never been there, picture a place with no sign outside; just a black, locked door on a quiet street. You knock on the door and a man on a black suit lets you in. You walk through a narrow corridor, down some stairs and voilá: you’re surrounded by dozens of crazy drunk blonde girls, some random dudes, cheerful bartenders making cocktails, and 3 latin-looking curvy women, half naked, dancing on top of the bar. A little piece of Paradise in the heart of Copenhagen.


It was my first time at The Union and I remember thinking, over and over again for about 15 minutes: “why the hell did I wait SO LONG to come to this place?” If I could have kicked myself in the nuts, I totally would have. Once I overcame the initial shock, I went to say hi to Javier at the bar and seconds after, Leszek, a really nice guy Javier had introduced me to days before, and who happens to be one of The Union’s bartenders, greeted me with a glass of some tasteful punch. We soon were joined by Geoffrey, a cool dude that also works there, who looked after me and made sure to introduce me to some lovely people that night.

From that point onwards, everything is a bit blurry but I do remember dancing reggaeton with a girl that at some point took her shirt off and started waving it in the air. I remember falling down some stairs on my way from the bathroom, too. A decent bruise on my back and another on my right butt cheek reminded me about it the morning after. It was all good fun but looking back, maybe staying at the bar until 5am knowing I had to go to work the next day wasn’t very reasonable. But then again, mental analysis has never been my forte.

Two days later I was sitting at Charlie Scotts, a lovely little jazz venue, watching a Danish band called Jazz Five. My friend Monika had invited me and I’m so glad she did, it was very fun to see these guys play while the audience danced around them; old ladies, little kids and everyone in between, they were all bursting with joy. It was contagious.

Skip a few days I spent at home giving my liver a rest, and so we arrive to the first Tuesday of April, one which started way earlier than usual, with me waking up at 4am for no reason at all. Just what you need when you’re going back to work after a long Easter holiday. Luckly for me, there is plenty to look forward to this week: I have decided to start looking for a bike, I’m signing up at the gym, took up the challenge to read at least one book a month and… and… and…

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Look God, I’m very happy time is going by so slow, I’m really having fun, but please make Saturday come soon. I can’t wait to see these guys.


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