Even in the 80s when my cousin used to come to Hull in the summer she was always 6 month or so ahead in fashions.
There used to be a place called Club 34 in Istegade, where you could order a 'frækøl', a 'rude beer' from the Thai bar girl. She'd only pour a couple a night... Stood up on the bar, bent her knees and inserted the tap into her chuff and lent back, pouring the beer. Mainly a male clientele and prostitutes in there, surprisingly. What a **** hole place it was, but I ended up there several times on work trips about 25 years ago. What I like about Copenhagen, is it that is got this hipstery, designers, typical Scandinavian side and then this hardcore, hard edge, more German side to it. Most Scandis love Copenhagen.
A lad whose dad had moved down to Luton to work in a car factory used to come up mid 1960s. Him and his mate were way ahead the way they were dressed and telling us about bands we knew nothing about. First time I heard about Prince Buster was from him.
Doesn’t matter, he won’t see it as he has me on ignore. And we all know what people who put people on ignore are, don’t we?
I lived there for a couple of years in the mid-80's. My first accommodation was a flatshare above a tattoo shop cum bar in Nyhavn. Had I not been brought up on Hessle Road I'd have been shocked by some of the sights! Not been back since but I gather Nyhavn's been gentrified, great shame!
I do have you on ignore because you never add any value to any conversation you're involved in. I only look at your posts when I'm in the mood to have a bit of fun poking the gammon
1980s-1990s - the Golden Age of the night out. Enough money to make a night of it drinking, more tolerant workplaces towards hungover staff, extended opening hours, yet rarely a camera to record the debauchery. No review checking, just hit a pub, rolled the dice and saw where it took you. Copenhagen seemed to be full of drinking bikers who didn't mind speaking English back in the 1990s.