I'm just back in the hotel after giving our talk. Russell is still holding forth in a gay bar.
The talk seemed to go down well, at least no one complained and there was polite laughter at our banter. I am so impressed by the rest of our European cousins' ability to speak English so much better than we do ourselves.
I'm still not running, so I went out for a vigorous walk this morning around Copenhagen. It's a really nice looking city, very civilised. I ended up in the Botanical Gardens, to which I brought Russell for Elevenses. Here he is in the magnificent Palm House.
We also found a great shop selling wooden bicycles and last night we visited Copenhagen's oldest punk rock bar, which was nice.