Having just arrived back from my holiday, it seems only fair that I now write about my previous holiday. After all, without this sort of carry on how am I ever to make it appear as if I do nothing
Hot springs? Tick. Midnight sun? Tick. Ice and snow? Not so much.
I’m a big fan of careering off on illogical adventures at relatively short notice, so when my housemate James asked me about a fortnight ago if I wanted to come to Reykjavik for a free Bjork gig I mightily hit