“This is my favourite spot in the whole of Reykjavik”, Jon told me as we looked out towards the lighthouse. Located just a few minutes drive from the centre of town, it was almost as if you were in the countryside. “When I was young, you could come here and no one else was around. … Continue reading So Much In Such A Small Space
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
“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
“I'm not old enough to remember, as I was only thirteen years old when the law changed...” the barman told me when I asked what happened before the mid-1980s removal of the beer ban in Iceland. “But I do know”, he added, “we used to have light beer that people used to add vodka to, … Continue reading Before We Had Beer
ppost Not exact opposites, but still a long way away from each other.
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?