St Patrick’s Day (see pages G12-15 for our special section) marks my sixth year working for the Copenhagen Post. After approaching the paper for a job in 2003 and getting nowhere with a few pieces I submitted, four years later I dropped off some articles I’d written for the official Roskilde Festival newspaper in 2006. I didn’t really care either way whether they got in touch – by that time my opinion of the paper had bottomed out and I thought they could do with the help.
So I guess I was a little surprised when I was asked to write a pub review, a preview of the 3-Legged Race (see G2) and a general piece about Ireland. Two thousand words later and the editor of InOut had a good idea of where I was coming from. My A-Z of Ireland was no-holds barred cynicism and depravity – “laddish” was how she put it, which beat “facetious”, the one-word review I’d received in 2003, and “obviously written by an Englishman”, the response I got off Jonno, the landlord of the Irish Rover.