Letter from Denmark: The Dubliner

The Dubliner – an Irish pub in central Copenhagen

“Hey, it’s Gus here, you called?” The voice is unmistakably Scottish.

“Aye, we’re showing the game by the bar,” he tells me.

I hadn’t actually left a message, but Gus returned my call within five minutes.

After weeks of SNP leadership drama and various work deadlines, I needed tae get oot the hoose, as it were. Living in a rural setting working from home, you can easily forget which country you’re in – especially if you have a Now TV subscription. As a result, I’ve become far too engrossed in the liberation struggle across the North Sea, and anger isn’t good for the blood pressure.

An hour later I’m on the ‘Kystbane’ to Copenhagen. Today’s destination is The Dubliner. It’s going to be a father and daughter outing. She’s joining me for a lunchtime Scottish Cup kick-off.

The ‘Kystbane’ (the coast line) trains run three times an hour between Copenhagen and Helsingør. Not many on board this early on Saturday morning

I left a white landscape in North Sjaelland and emerged into a snaw-free city. It’s a brisk Nordic springtime day.

As mentioned, I’ve spent an inordinate amount of time following the leadership campaign. But my sense of optimism after Sturgeon’s exit has been replaced by a sense of foreboding. The campaign has revealed just how thoroughly corrupt and infiltrated the SNP has become.

Rundetårn and Trinitatis Kirker

The pedestrian street route to The Dubliner is crowded. At this time of day there are scents of Danish bakeries and coffee shops. The acoustics of old Copenhagen’s narrow streets enhance the sounds of the violin and accordion-playing buskers.

Tourist landmark Trinitatis Kirke with its famous Rundetårn tower is drawing in the crowds. There’s a large banner hung above the pedestrian street, Købmagergade. It advertises a history exhibition. One of those on the poster is Russian cosmonaut, Valentina Tereshkova, in her flight suit and helmet. Is this the first thaw in the winter of European Russophobia? I do hope so.

Before you know it you’re at the famous ‘Stork Fountain’ – and 50 metres away from The Dubliner. It’s become clear to me why exile Scots integrate rather well into European nations. After following the schizoid world of Scottish constitutional politics these past weeks, it’s life-affirming for a Scot to visit the national capital of a normal nation. The five-point-something million inhabitants of this country suffer no identity crisis. No one moans about the streets signs, which are in their own ancient, minority, northern European language. And no one will ever suggest their nation is too inadequate to run its own affairs, or that it needs its neighbour to do that instead. Neither have Denmark’s renewables been sold off for a pittance by its leaders. 

Exhibition streamer above the pedestrian street

What’s not to like about a country where you don’t wake up each day having to confront a ‘state of war’. What war is that, you may ask? Well, in Scotland’s case, the incessant information and propaganda campaign waged against our people by the state apparatus of our jealous neighbour. Not to put too fine a point on it, but our partner in Union behaves as a hostile foreign power.

Cash-cow, resource rich Scotland is too important for it to lose. Therefore the centuries-old lies and deceptions are still foist upon us. Worst of all, our nation has a whole class of quislings – paid salaries far beyond their dreams and actual abilities – willing to betray the common good of our people for self-enrichment. The quislings used to be found exclusively in the North British Unionist parties. These days it’s become clear that the SNP is overrun with them. The British state has not only been busy promoting regime-change coups abroad, it’s been over-active in Scotland infiltrating our institutions and subverting our democracy. 

In Denmark, individuals like this became outcasts after the occupation years of the Second World War. Treason and national betrayal are terrible crimes.

In The Dubliner I ask a guy near the bar if I’ll be in his way if I sit between him and the telly. “Naw, ye’re awright,” comes the reply in a Glasgow accent. Aye, whether or not you like the ubiquitous ‘Irish Pub’ format, on entering you experience a kind of Celtic refuge.

The Dubliner has several screens scattered around the bar

The young woman at the bar has that wonderful soft lilt in her voice, and the Guinness is flowing freely. Many of we Scots know nothing of our own history never mind that of Ireland. That’s why the decade of commemorations that began in 2016 has been an education – for those who’ve been paying attention. 

“In the name of God and of the dead generations from which she receives her old tradition of nationhood, Ireland, through us, summons her children to her flag and strikes for her freedom…

“Having resolutely waited for the right moment to reveal itself, she now seizes that moment and supported by her exiled children in America and by gallant allies in Europe, but relying in the first on her own strength, she strikes in full confidence of victory.”

Early Sinn Fein poster

The words of the 1916 proclamation are as moving as they are inspirational – especially when you consider the fate of the signatories. But of course, Irish aspirations were finally achieved through the ballot box at the 1918 general election. Instead of voting for the continuity gravy-train do-nothing candidates of the IPP, Ireland chose Sinn Fein – who stood on a platform of independence. The slow process of de-colonisation began. 

If by some miracle, Ash Regan is elected SNP leader, her ballot-box plan will need international observers if it is to be successful. The colonial state we are leaving, and which covets our resources, must no longer be given the opportunity to control our elections. This constitutional indignity must end. The robbery that occurred during the 2014 indyref must never be allowed to repeat itself at council, Holyrood, or UK election level.

Sinn Fein calling out English colonialism in Ireland. The SNP should be doing the same but they’ve become too cosy, and not least rich, within the structures of the British state

The regime-change obsessed British state is thoroughly corrupt. If it feels it can incite violence and division in other countries, it will not think twice before subverting and destroying our Scottish democracy, while installing puppet rulers, supported by its fundamentalist ‘Taliban’ of orange-tinted loyalists. 

“I found something green,” my daughter says as she removes her coat to reveal an emerald top. She’s turned intae an affy bonnie lassie. It’s at moments like this that I wish my mother could have known her. Still, best not to dwell on that or I’ll become too wistful. But ‘kært barn har mange navne’, as the Danes say (‘a dearly loved child has many names’). My Glasgow maw will always be with her, in her middle name.

By now, late breakfast has become lunch – bacon and eggs – which they serve all day until 5pm. And yes, there’s chips with it. 

Anyway, as the SNP leadership race has been heating up, a clear choice has emerged – two candidates offer continuity devo-unionism. The other holds out independence through the ballot box. Most of us thought our only worry was perfidious Albion, but it turns out internal SNP party democracy has been outed as a binfire of cronyisn, corruption, and, well, cuntery – if you’ll pardon the expression. Rigged polls, bots, and rule breaking has become the modus operandi of the compromised careerists. With the whole thing being overseen by the truly apalling Peter Murrell – and the spooks of the British colonial state – it’s a recipe for disaster. 

(Photo: Sky News) Ash Regan MP, SNP leadership candidate

This type of political corruption would never be tolerated in this country. There would be people on the streets. In fact, there are currently demonstrators on the streets of many European countries. They’re protesting everything from pension reforms (France), a bank holiday reform (Denmark), government ‘green’ policies (The Netherlands) as well as anti-war demonstrations in several European capitals. 

We Scots, though, sit and watch as our democratic hope of national liberation is dismantled before our eyes. Where is our anger? Where is our outrage? 

The psyop that is gender activism is running riot and it’s left to courageous women to fight yesterday’s battles all over again.

I’m glad we decided on The Dubliner. Ireland’s sons and daughters really have inherited a better life thanks to the sacrifices of the Irishmen and Irishwomen who stood up for their country’s freedom. Was it easy ? No. Were there divisions? Yes. But they were all united for Ireland’s liberation.

Having lived during the entire period of the Troubles, I was brainwashed into thinking that the Irish Tricolour was a ‘terrorist’ flag. I no longer see it like that, thankfully. It represents freedom from British colonial rule and is a visual representation of that island’s disparate communities.

There’s a roar as Mooy scores. I’m guessing there’s no many Edinburgh-born at the bar. The team from the East End of Glasgow is doing well at the intimidating Tynecastle Stadium. Sometimes fitba is a joy to watch. 

We leave as the patrons begin warming up for the rugby and take the scenic route past the old ‘Fisketorv’. The early spring sunshine is blinding. There’s hope and rebirth in the air. 

Calm waters en route to The Storm Inn

“That’s it there,” she says as we approach ‘The Storm Inn’. This is a small pub where her friend works. We’re just here to say hello. As we chat, we discover that Brexit has made it hugely difficult for my daughter’s barmaid chum to get Danish citizenship. Her parents are Irish and Scottish, and although she was born here, the fall-out from Brexit has made the entire process complicated. “I’m planning to apply for Irish citizenship instead,” she tells us. 

A weary couple enter The Storm Inn with two toddlers. They have well worn Welsh rugby tops on. The also have that look of haunted exhaustion that comes with parenting wee yins. My heart goes out to them. I’ve been there. I wish them and the Welsh dragon good luck as we leave. 

My daughter insists on walking with me to Nørreport Station. After a recent family funeral, I sense she’s aware that I’m at the wrong end of threescore years and ten. But it’s been mentally restorative to meet up in this foreign capital. She joins the other cyclists on the broad urban bicycle lane, I’ll be taking the train.

It occurs to me, that you could ask any number of the people around us how they would feel about a political union with Germany – and you’d either be laughed at or given a rude reply. Danes don’t need the ‘broad shoulders’ of their southern neighbour to support them. With arguably fewer natural resources than Scotland they are doing very well as an independent nation, thank you. 

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