stuff siggimus isn’t bothered to call anything else
again, vicky myrtle has to wait, this time mostly because bjössi got drunk last night & apparently behaved like a something that should be kept on a tight chain at iluks’ in front of jonkurteiz & his malen…
then when they finally gets to stokkseyri, the batteries ran out on the camera.
mind you, there’s not a lot to take pics of in stokkseyri…
having asked for a sweaty & greasy hamburger, bjössi had to make do with the most expensive one in recent history
bjössi can recommend rauða húsið, eyrarbakka
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guess it wouldn’t take one long to figure out one’s chances should one encounter a premium specimen (who is one kidding? one isn’t picky; any specimen still breathing will do…) wearing one of these
& more company
yesterday, instead of a quest to vík í mýrdal (bjössi claims that while it is indeed a crappy place, it’s worth a visit as there are some beautiful things to be found in the vicinity… yeah right!), siggimus is invited to the blue lagoon (or puddle of mud as bjössi calls it) with jonkurteiz, malen & saga. bjössi is dragged along for good measure
had to share the lagoon with an american female football(??) team
what a marvellous idea!!
actually, you can usually find a luscious lady or two in that puddle
while the water is actually a bit too salty for siggimus’ comfort, it was quite refreshing indeed
on the way back, bjössi invites all to munch on some traditional icelandic prince polo
but what on earth is a siggimus to do today!??
finally getting online, dis stupendous minipic of siggimus & da rug
enjoy
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upon arrival home from perilous journey, siggimus puts the knife on the phonogram to study jonkurteiz’ assertion that they are the best thing happening over der. not surprising, really, as they have a definite kinship to cocteau twins, another of his favourites. karin dreijer also uses her voice in a björkish way sometimes
but! oddly enough their site doesn’t have any info at all on the album siggimus prefers…
so, siggimus googles it to try & find the track list jonkurteiz has so typically omitted
surprisingly, nothing turns up, even after several attempts
staring into the incomprehensible lack of results, a lightbulb goes on over head of siggimus
the pox on all your houses, jonkurteiz!!
ny mapp is swedish for new folder
ps: “we’ve got a bad ass name and we want people to think we’re dangerous”
wish siggimus hadn’t read that
buggered off to snæfellsnes for da weekend with jodaz & jonkurteiz to make the most of jonkurteiz’s short visit to iceland
it only took 3 grown men with nothing else to do all day around 72 hours of planning
eventually settle on a fishing trip to núpá river. it’s situated next to haffjarðará, where filthy rich people hand over obscene amounts of money for a bit of excercise in the outdoors with a long stick
upon inspection, núpá ‘river’ appears to be running out of water & the chances of finding any lifeform in it seem remote at best. this might explain why 3 days in núpá cost less than the people fishing in the adjacent river spend on footware weekly
dis does not stop the avid fishermen for more than 2 hours or so & eventually they embark on a drive up to the old dam/power station to see if they couldn’t at least catch a ghost of a fish
after an hour or two of the musbile taking the gang wherever they wished, up & down river to try & catch a little something, driving over rough terrain & crossing rivers as if it was a jeep, dey gives up & returns to the palace to throw a few burgers on the bbq & create art out of’em
den an attempt at finishing all the beer & da whiskey too
jodaz takes great pride in his devotion to the cause of finishing the excellent wiskey with a bit of coffee
da moment dey wakes up, da gang starts talking about fishing some more
in some 6-8 hours, they do
musbile takes them half the way down to the ocean, where dey was actually supposed to find fish
so, next up is about a 2-3 km walk down to where the river is bubbling with fish eager to take any bait & jump up on land. even if all you have for bait is rotten mackerel
with a well timed break, they make it der in about 1,5 hours
at first it was just cool watching the water rise, but suddenly it dawns upon’em! dey was trapped on a wee island :/
deir only chance of survival seems to be calling the coastguard, quite an expensive exercise indeed
jodaz just kept on fishing as if nothing was going on…
den it comes to’em!
(well, comes to jodaz, actually)
dey must swim back to the mainland!! swim for dear life!!
after a wee bit of experimenting, dat soon gets downgraded to wading
well, most if not all survived this ordeal, only to face another!
walking back to the musbile with two sets of cold, wet balls & one pair of legs in warm boots that reach up to the ear. da terrain was rough; dry, soft & boggy
a large number of hours later, dey actually makes it to da musbile & never has a cold-wet-balled & lobster-red-armed & tired man been as happy to see his musmobile
what little remained of the evening was spent sharing memories of lives flashing by, continuously
on way home, dey come to the conclusion dat while the fishing was a miserable failure & the drinking not up to par, dey can at least take pride in de fact dat dey were swift & efficient at the cleaning up…
people often ask me about my hat generally, but i suppose that’s my fault. some people say if i didn’t wear it, i wouldn’t get recognised
visited & hung with for a bit
by going to see bjössi & his kid
