I’d been meaning to write a post about what’s happened to Christiania (which has been on the cards for years), having always been rather intrigued by the place, but I’ve been having a busy week. Fortunately, the wonderful David Tiley has written a great one.
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I blame Princess Mary. What a bitch.
Cripes, I was just there last year. Despite the bad heroin culture on pusher st, its â??suburbsâ?? were thriving, peaceful and beautiful. Great houses overlooking the lake, bicycle paths, no cars.
There goes the neighbourhood!
Copenhagen is a beautiful city – but it just became rather less interesting.
My other recollection is seeing a McDonalds cashier in a company hijab!
Every city’s got its Cloudland or Chavez Ravine to destroy, unfortunately. Something about free spirited folk achieveing creative mass that totally freaks your average Chamber of Commerce right out. The people put up a good fight for their neighbourhood. At least they can be proud of that; a tonic for their hopes and dreams as they journey on, burdened by their unbelievable sadness of being.
Your very forthright about some things Miss K, but you could be crack on the realtoric krone here, kid. The Royal Princess, I’m reliably informed, had extensive experience converting fast bucks into quick krone, as it were, when once a humble commoner in the thrice-cursed land of Van Diemen.
Perhaps her mum slept in a wicker-basket afterall.
Well as I understand it EC, there’s some European prince who’s of the belief that he now owns the Sydney Harbour Bridge.
Maybe he thought he bought the tunnel.
I’m afraid I get very soviet in attitude toward mobs like that.
Having experienced actual riots, with realistic police responses, I can state that those wallies are lucky they are in Denmark, with its soft pedal policing.
Perhaps with the impending islamification of Europe, we can look forward to muslim policing methods being adopted.
There would be no more riots. At least, not from spaced out hippies.
Yeah I reckon rubber bullets for the hippies but .308 for the mussies (.455 Webley at close quarters). Fanatics are hard to stop.
Kim, it’s Christiania (pron. Christie Enya, I think, although that might have the influence of the young colleen I had in tow). I have warm, if blurry, memories of an extremely over-refreshed late Spring afternoon there, cheap beer at the funky open-air bar/beer garden decorated with ‘found’ items and powered, so they told me, with ‘found’ electricity. The herbal produce on sale at the many stalls made for an extremely wobbly walk back to my hotel – a trap for the innocent whose experience in such things was limited to the 3-joints-am-I-stoned-yet ditch weed going around Brisbane in the mid-80s.
Back in the Fifties The R.J. Reynolds Tobacco company had an ad where an ingenue asks a question. Lenny Bruce ran with it in a routine he did about “3 commercials you’ll never hear on television”.
“Say Bis, I’ve been smokin’ this pot all day and I jes can’t high on iy!”
I’ve fixed the typo in the post, Bismarck.
Geez, hit the wrong tab.
Continues;
….”and I jes can’t get high on it!”
“Why, all marijuana’s the same isn’t it?”
“That’s THE MISTAKE a LOT OF PEOPLE make!”