She Keeps The Lights Down Low Inside (Og Spelar Smokie!)
Tuesday, 11th June. Copenhagen.
The Victoria is across the street from The Flamingo. The Flamingo is for the beautiful people, Victoria is a dive bar. I try to make a visit every time I’m in town. It’s just me and the middle aged regulars who talk about Thailand and how things used to be. I drink Tuborg Classics and smoke a Montechristo and try to speak Danish to the barmaid. She’s in her late fifties and hardcore working class and drinks with the regulars. Her son studies to be an engineer. She keeps the lights down low inside and plays Smokie (Ho Spelar Smokie!). They won’t slip me a mickey in here. I’m nobody.
It’s a grey afternoon in Copenhagen, and her husband pulls up outside in an old BMW. The trunk is loaded with Captain Morgan and cheap white wine.
It’s not all just fried flatfish and dill sauces and drunken flamingos in Copenhagen. Sometimes it’s a little bit more.