Blue Lagoon, Iceland

Twenty-something years ago I remember seeing a photograph in NME or Melody Maker (I can't remember which) of Damon Albarn from the group, Blur. The full-page photograph was of him swimming at The Blue Lagoon, outside Reykjavik. Over the next few months, I became somewhat obsessed with the photograph. I'd never heard of The Blue … Continue reading Blue Lagoon, Iceland

The Icelandic Phallological Museum

“Ooooh mate, it's a crook one”, I heard the nearby bloke say (in a distinctly Australian accent), as he and his mate looked at the only “human exhibit” in the Phallological Museum of Iceland, or as I like to call it, “The Dick Museum”. The look on their faces said it all. It did look … Continue reading The Icelandic Phallological Museum

So That’s Why They Call It Iceland?

On the top floor of the tower of the main church in Reykjavik (The Hallgrímskirkja), I suddenly realised today why Iceland is called Iceland. Last night I felt quite warm, as I was seated chatting to a bloke in my local thermal pool. He told me they'd enjoyed reasonably mild winter here (with hardly any … Continue reading So That’s Why They Call It Iceland?