In search of a story

So while staying in Copenhagen we were given an assignment, wherby we had to chase a current news story and create an article on it. I decided to go with the recent decission that department store Magasin undertook to stop selling fur in the store. This involved me visiting Anima, an animal activist group - who were passionatly hibernating in an empty building and going to Illum, the other leading department store in Copenhagen - who sell fur, and who told me that British people were hypocrites (Debenhams own Magasin and were responsible for the decision). I was also told I was a hypocrite as I was wearing leather shoes - forcing me to reassure them that I was not a sole representative of the U.K, although my accent states otherwise. I was also told British people were strange by an old lady wearing a fur jacket who I pounced upon to interview - learnt that I should consider changing my voice for the sake of journalism.

Having spent the week working too much and drinking too much, I ended the stay with the last excessive on offer - spending too much. I went shopping in celebration of finishing my report, having finally tracked down enough passionate danes with opinions as big as their capital city - (which isn't actually that big but feels it when you get lost around it, which I experienced first hand). We went to a party in the evening, which was complete with an amazing selection of food. Normally i'd be lucky if a bag of crisps had been opened for guests, we really had hit the gourmet jackpot complete with homemade falafels, pesto, homous and olives. This consumption helped me deal with my cultural experience of snaps - the cheapest drink I could get my hands on in the only open supermarket. It turned out to be a festive drink that most people dread taking shots of at set occasions, the worst of the worst. And there it was, a whole bottles worth for me to endure. It tasted worse than it smelt, something I was warned against from the start. And there was me thinking I had found a bargain.