Some years ago, when punks were big, there was a punk festival here in Aarhus
(as it is - again - written now). These punks had taken over the forecourt of
Huset, a multi-activity building, that is now defunct. They played loud music
Saturday afternoon and night, and in the morning there were a number of them
around town, looking fearsome in their preferred raggedy black clothes and
weird coloured and styled hair, all pretty monstrous. You could be scared
of them. I had a couple of encounters with these monsters Saturday morning, a
bright sunny day. The first was at the railway station, where I found myself
on a collision course with a girl monster - will she shoulder into me? As we
got closer, she deviated from her path to avoid me and gave me a beautiful
friendly smile. Hmm. Later, two girl monsters were walking along in town,
bright green and orange hair. As they passed me, one of them turned to the
other and with great joy said "Isn't it lovely sunshine!" (Danes are very
happy to see the sun occasionally).
Sunday morning I happened to go past that forecourt, where a punk bloke was
cleaning up, all by himself, a big job, as there were great heaps of beer
bottles and other garbage. He had his work cut out. I said to him "Have they
left you alone with it?" He must have misunderstood me, and he said, almost
primly "Well, that was the deal, that we'd clean up afterwards!". Of course.
Nice weird people.