A foul stench and a large bosom

The current Icelandic dislike for all things British sparks a couple of memories to my mind of what we could be missing in the future.

Some years ago, a bucket shop sold me 2 airline tickets to New York with the then cheapest operator, Icelandair. Unfortunately that resulted in us spending a weary 12 hours in the impressively modern Keflavik airport. A rapidly arranged bus trip to placate angry travellers meant we drove across a barren landscape to the Blue Lagoon . Our Icelandic guide assured us that the foul stench of sulphur in the air was exactly what attracted the weekenders to picnic at the site and the fluorescent blue waters were especially beneficial for the health. I'll live the rest of my days happy in the knowledge that I won't return.

My best man Ray Jones also experienced Icelanders close up, as a Naval veteran of the Cod War. He subsequently received a medal for his part in it. Wearing said medal for a visit to North Wales by Prince Charles, the following conversation occurred:

Charles "For what did you receive your award?"
RJ "Cod War, 1975 sir"
Charles "Did you see much action?"
RJ "Er...well an Icelandic woman with a large bosom lifted her jumper and flashed me from the deck of a fish factory ship"

A smiling Prince of Wales then walked away. Pretty much what we should do once we've got our money back!


nick