Showing posts with label Iceland. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Iceland. Show all posts

Thursday, July 10, 2008

It is with deepest regret


(It is with deepest regret I must inform my friends and readers, that my relationship is over )


I want it on the record here, that I never saw anyone prettier then my redheaded mother of two in the shower. Nor did I feel richer then eating sweet and sour chicken, and drinking applejuice in Akranes

Tuesday, April 15, 2008

Icelandic books

Books, Books, Books 
 These are Icelandic books from my work place. Speaking of Books, on my way to work. There is a poster for a new papaerback, of some chick lit, magnum opus. Some critic has added a speech bubble, to the poster. The long haired heroine, now announces. ``This book is crap''
 Different strokes for different folks I guess. 
( PS I discovered yesterday, that I was wondering around with the seat of my trousers worn out.)

Clue ( 1985)

  As a tribute to the late Tim Curry. I viewed this, I should actually sit down and watch the Rocky Horry Picture Show. Which stars one of m...