Tonight, if I could have one wish, it would be that some nice guy would pick me up on his vespa and take me over to our friend's house where we would watch a boxing match and drink prosecco with a plate of organic fruit and cheese and when the match was over we'd watch a carl th. dreyer film, maybe Vampyr, and when it was over, we talk about it a little, but not too much, maybe just something like, "That's gotta be the greatest vampire film ever made - a masterpiece of the horror genre! Cheers!" And then I'd say "I really want to visit Denmark", and my friends would go silent and look at me puzzled, and say, "That was a German film" but in the nicest way possible, and then someone would point out, "well I think though, that Dreyer is Danish." And I'd say "Yeah, yeah, that's what I meant" and we'd all have a good laugh. Then I'd point at something on their shelf, and say, "What is wet magazine?" And they'd explain, and then pull out their collection of all 34 issues. We'd look through those until my ride would say "it's time to take you home" and we'd travel by moonlight and I would tuck myself into bed with a smile.