I like the Danes, don’t get me wrong, but they’re a placid bunch.
It really hit home recently at a gig. The band were playing an amazing set but the vast majority of the crowd just stood there, artfully swaying.
I’d had a couple of Christmas beers and really wanted to let go.
It’s not just public events.
In everday life, Danes are generally a sedate lot. I’ve started calling them The Borg, but maybe that’s a bit harsh. Danish people don’t actually try and assimilate you by drilling metal probes into your brain.
But there is something quite… glacial about them. It’s an outdated stereotype that Scandinavians are ice-cool in some way, but I can see how the cliche evolved.
I’ve shied away from attempting cultural comparisons on this blog, preferring instead to focus on the positive experiences, of which there have been far more than negative ones.
But every now and then I get the urge to shake a Dane out of his or her self-imposed tranquility!
I think part of it stems from Danes’ inbuilt reluctance to somehow make a show of themselves.
It goes against the grain here to be boastful or to want to be the centre of attention.
Deep down, I bet each and every one of them is a seething mass of frustration!
Or maybe, unlike me, they’ve just got it all figured out.