When I think of Iceland, I think of volcanic activity, Björk and Damon Albarn. Who knew that until 1989, beer was banned on the island? Mental. March 1st, the day on which the 75-year-old ban was lifted, is marked each year in Reykjavik's bars and clubs. They call it Beer Day. What japes. A pint is so expensive (expect to pay about £5), I'd just save up my cash and emigrate.
Never trust people who think beer subdivides into "lager", "bitter" and "Guinness".
Never trust people who say they like chain bars because "they always know what they're getting".
Never trust people who list "socialising" as an interest on their CV.
Never trust people who can't give a straightforward answer when you ask them where they're from.
Never trust people who invite you on skiing trips when you have never expressed any interest in the sport (or indeed their company).
Never trust blokes who try and ban the c-word from conversation because their bird doesn't like it (just say it more).
Never trust people who "don't like to lose control".
Finally and most importantly, never, ever trust people who don't drink beer, unless they have a very good excuse - and for the avoidance of doubt, being an uptight, miserable sod is not a very good excuse.
Stonch lives in London, where he runs a pub.
3 comments:
Thye are not emigrating over here, where you'd be lucky to find a pint for £5!
A couple of friends included Iceland on a world trip, they said it was beautiful but that the beer was arse and the locals were...well icy.
I enjoyed my visit to Iceland, but yeah the beer was expensive. The brennevin was nasty and the people were so nice. But different strokes for different folks...
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