The most refreshing piece of news today was that stupid old Glitnir bank is changing its name back to Íslandsbanki. If the bank hadn’t squandered spent a cool 150 million crowns on its name change two years ago this would be reason enough to break out the Champagne. I hated the name Glitnir then [always thought it sounded like the name of a shop selling automotive parts; meanwhile Greavsie said it sounded like an ointment you apply to your nether regions, which I daresay is more accurate] and I hate it now. And away with that icky Soviet red, too! Give us back the blue, yellow and green, asap.
SPEAKING OF GLITNIR
A crowd of demonstrators threw snowballs at Baugur boss and former Glitnir owner Jón Ásgeir Jóhannesson in downtown Reykjavík today. Apparently Jón Ásgeir was coming out of swanky 101 Hotel [owned by his wife] when a bunch of protesters just happened to pass by [are there anarchists on every corner now?] and started asking him pointed questions. When he declined to answer, one of them picked up some snow and threw it in his face. Others followed suit. The first snow-thrower describes the incident on his blog today as “liberating” and encourages anyone else who happens to encounter Jón Ásgeir in public to do the same.
See, in some parts of the world, people get stoned for their misdemeanors. In Niceland, they get snowed.
AND THERE’S LOTS MORE WHERE THAT CAME FROM
It’s been snowing intermittently for days on end. With any luck it will stay cool for another week so we can have the gorgeous white stuff over Christmas. Old JÁJ had better get on his private jet and fly on outta here if he wishes to avoid further pummeling. We have -2°C [28F], sunrise at 11.19, sunset at 3.29. The days are short now and if I didn’t have my SAD light I’d probably even care.