Hey there amigos from all around the world, how r u? High time, I think, for The V.Man to contribute, to make a difference, to put in the effort, so here goes. Instalment time for u guys, first off, not all the photos from Thingvellir are up yet because I didnt have Belgian waffle roommate An´s camera to hand, so it was purely an upload of pics from my phone using Roberto Baggio-loving housemate Alessandras Imac, score. Fear not, I will remedy this soon enough, because I have a screamingly funny photo of French roommate Kip Dynamite (real name Antoine or Francoise or something light on its feet), so stay tuned for that priceless doozy.
Anyway, into the meat of the issue now, I have been all over recently, but the best place was Thingvellir. Belgian roommate An has contributed and bougt a car, awesome, so off we went last weekend to Thingvellir, a beautiful place about an hour out of the Reykster. This is REAL Iceland people, those well cool little horses were loving it, the scenery was just as beautiful as u imagine it to be in this fair land, and there was noone around, isolation central. It was the first time I had heard complete silence in years, outrageous! Just wait till u see the photos from Ans camera and u will see what Im talking about, no further comment needed from The V.
Went to this Sigur Ros concert also. Now, that sounds all well and good on the surface, but theres a little more to it than that, it made me feel ashamed, bruised inside, and betrayed. There I am, Jason Bourne-ing my way through life, living "off the grid", constantly thinking, one step ahead, the next thing I know, Im sat in a protest concert! As Lew and I always say, no matter what the cause, "Damn protesters"! Of course we r joking (sometimes), and this was actually for a good cause (protecting Icelandic countryside), but those guys got me there under a false pretence. How could they do that to me? How can they look at me and say that? Lie to me, lie right to my face? I cant trust anyone anymore. I think the only worthwhile protests are the ones on Prison Break, the "Free Lincoln Burrows" protests, now thats my kind of demonstration, I´d be at the front of the line, what an awesome show.
Let me give u a quick rundown of my joking activities recently.
1. Double-sided sticky tape put down works bannister, the results were well funny.
2. Cream buns thrown in Karens face at work.
3. Boxes balanced in a ridiculous fashion at work, in such a precarious state that it was obvious that the next person to touch them would send them tumbling. So it transpired.
4. Ice cube thrown down Eyruns back, after she had put one down my jeans - yeah thanks for that.
5. "Player" said constantly at work and home, but to most amusing effect in Icelandic class, so much so I asked my teacher for the translation, for use on Icelanders. The word is "leikmathur" 4 anyone interested.
So its been an experience so far, things goin well, Icelandic class is too funny and I think Im learning a good amount, work is good and social life too funny. Gym and swim unreal, really funny incident in swimming baths this week, some guy was about to go down the waterslide & he was readying himself at the top, swinging on the handrail to get some momentum for the impending slide. What a loser, he slipped and smashed his head on the slide and fell down it! The funniest thing was that I watched the waster all the way down and he was still holding onto his head in pain as he exited the chute at the bottom! How I laughed.
Im planning a summer excursion, at this moment to parts unknown, but very likely to Sweden and Finland, and then I have a hankering for Canada on another trip, lots of friends there and want to see that top notch place.
Strawberry thrown at Sigurros at work today, also threw salad at her and a kiwi, we had a fruit fight, too funny, she threw salad and apples at me, shes vicious. I know she will read this so let it be known to the world, I will throw a frozen kumquat at her, which I have been keeping in a secret, undisclosed location in the chiller, in preparation for use on Sigurros.
Tonight Im supposed to go to a fancy dress party but I am way too tired, I havent said no to many social things since I got my British ass here, but its high time to take stock, get my house in order and fix up, I need to get back on a Richard Kiel (even keel).
I know that I have missed tonnes of things I wanted to say, but the sands of time are ticking away relentlessly, and my break is nearing its completion. I must go now, or else there will be repercussions, mistakes have been made, and its up to me to put the graenmeti department right again. We r gonna turn the corner, head down the straight and narrow, see the light, get on the wagon, fix up, hose ourselves off, right back what is wrong, srimec (self righting mechanism - Robot Wars) this sh1t, get online, see things clearly, lament, repent and be content, I am gonna turn this department around, grab it by the scruff of the neck, the short and curlies, ok, ok, Im rambling now, as always, I have to scoot friends, take care and stay in touch, and remeber, u dont score, until u score....
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