Out there among the Vikings.

There was a promise of photos, so here are a few. We didn’t spend the whole week smooching and there are no photos of that anyway. Even if there were they’d be censored. I don’t want an X-rating on the blog! And don’t expect any romantic Mills and Boon stuff here. She hasn’t made me soft and she hasn’t tried to.

Everyone in Denmark is taller than me, but I’m used to that. They aren’t as tall as some of these damn Picts and at least there was a hedgehog and three dogs I could look down on. None of them barked at me which I took as a good sign. They didn’t bite me either but the dogs tasted me most thoroughly. I’m still picking dog drool out of crevices.

The hedgehog just looked at me with a ‘What the hell is that thing?’ expression on his little face. It’s a real hedgehog, I was sober and not seeing Spiny Norman this time. This is him –

Igor with his prototype cyclotron

He’s a curmudgeon who tolerates one person only – and it’s not me. He’ll take a long time to make friends with. Making friends with dogs is easy because dogs basically want to be friends with everyone.  Hedgehogs are not so readily befriended.

I didn’t take that photo. It’s one of BG’s photos. The blog is a team effort now. Yes, there are two of us now and if the world isn’t ready for that, too bad.

We went shopping a couple of times. Normally this would be hell for a loner guy but it was Denmark. Almost all the shops were new to me. There was a Segway shop I’ll visit one day when I can afford one. There was also a shop that sold fez’s. I have a fez now. It’s not a genuine one but it’s a good one and it was cheap too.

Okay, there were a few girlie shops I waited outside and there was one that didn’t feel like it was my kind of shop –

-but it’s just one of those low-price shops. I’d been told Denmark was expensive but it didn’t seem that expensive to me. Then again, Aberdeen prices are pretty steep. Tobacco was half UK prices and while there are smoking restrictions just like here, there were no Doors of Shame in any shops. Booze is apparently expensive in pubs but shop prices were no different to the UK. Pretty much as I remember from the last time I visited, (mumble) years ago.

Food, well there is healthy food if you want it but the Danish diet seems to be mostly based around pork, bacon and cake. The Danish pastries we get in the UK are but a pale imitation of the real thing and as for quick snacks, they really know how to do that right –

Yes, there is bacon in that topping.

Surprisingly I didn’t put on any new weight at all. Must have been all the walking that burned the extra calories.

There were the usual tourist-thingy sights to see…

A riderless horse.

Almost everywhere, the Danish flag flew.

More local architecture.

And of course, the burning hotel.

It was like that when I got there. I have an alibi for that one.

I think that’s everything. The week was a sort of compatibility test – could we tolerate each other? We’re both used to living alone and doing things our own way. Turns out we both do things pretty much the same way anyway, so there was no difficult adjustment to make. Your loner Underdog is now half of a couple.

I think that’s everything. Oh yes, one last photo –

I still think I look a bit like Sid James in that one. I’ll have to practice the dirty laugh.