The first time I met Derek was outside a kiosk in the north west quarter of Copenhagen. It was snowing and bloody cold, in fact I remember this day because the snow wasn’t falling vertical, it was almost horizontal. I had bought a pack of cigarettes and stood in the doorway, lighting one up, looking at this man with a huge smile on his face and a bicycle packed as if he was going on vacation. ‘Fuck, it’s cold!’ I said as I usually do in those temperatures. I might repeat it with minutes interval, if it’s really bad. Derek looked at me and said ‘It’s lovely!’ and that’s how we met, back in 1999. He was holding Lyd’s bike, that’s his partner. They were off to have a ‘bra’, a barbeque at the ‘mose’ or the Danish word for the local bog. You know, one of those marsh land like lakes, that has been transformed into recreational areas. I used to go fishing there in the summer, but never imagined anyone would go and light up a fire in 10 below zero temperatures and even say ‘it’s lovely!’. You must be out of your fucking mind! And I guess Derek is, even more than myself! A couple of days later Derek and Lyd were on their way to the mose again, I lived close by, so I went and greeted them. They were running around to keep warm, their beers were in the fire to avoid freezing. After five minutes my whole body was seriously shivering and I went home. We kept our meetings and friendship until this day, much warmer.