The delirium of Scandinavian summers

Keeping the home fires burning when politicians are dancing on tables, footballers are refusing a pay rise, and everyone is suffering from 'døgnvill'

Is it day? Is it night? Who knows. I was driving home at 10.30pm (I know, get me!) and only realised when someone flashed me that I didn’t have the headlights on. Yes, I have a very old car (more on the cost of cars in Denmark another time). And yes: it’s THAT light.

Scandinavian summers are a sort of delirium. A neurological trip that we all forget abou…