Podcast about the trials and challenges of moving from Copenhagen to Glasgow. Hosted by Anna Shams Ili and Katharina Moos Bille.
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EP7: We Survived a Year
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It's the last episode - for now! Kat and Anna take time to reflect on their year both in terms of beginning at university, but also on the process of moving to a new and unknown country. While this is our last episode for the year, we may come back for other end-of-year reflections. Stay updated on that on twitter @movedtoglasgow, and to see our ne…
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EP7: Techno Without Drugs
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Drugs again? No worries, in the penultimate episode of We Moved To Glasgow, Kat and Anna only discuss music. Featuring latest news of a huge fire (don't worry, no one was hurt) and Kat's progress in the world of journalism. Follow us on @movedtoglasgow on twitter. And check out lydmag.com for our future ventures on the Glaswegian music scene.…
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EP6: City Lockdown and Anna Goes British
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Can you believe it's been half a year? Kat and Anna go back to their roots by recording on Kats floor, all because of their first snow day. This month's theme is on film and television, so tune in to some Glaswegian movie/show recommendations.Got a favourite Glasgow/Soctland based show or film? Drop us a rec on twitter @movedtoglasgow.…
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EP5: We Just Really Like Flat 0/1, Okay?
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Having been here for 5 months, Kat and Anna now feel slightly more qualified to speak about the nightlife. They both talk a bit about their favourite places and compare drinking and drug habits between Copenhagen and Glasgow. [NB: This podcast does not endorse binge drinking or drug consumption]Have an opinion on what differentiates a club from a b…
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