One of my favourite columnists, Guðmundur Andri Thorsson, who has been writing in Fréttablaðið these last few months, summed up in yesterday’s column what many of us have been wondering: how the ex-moguls must now be feeling, those who with their reckless impudence and complete lack of scruples – not to mention outright criminal misconduct – completely screwed us over, their fellow citizens? Leaving us to shovel their sh*t, pay their private debts, thereby tearing big gashes in the social fabric of this society while they flee the country to scurry under the nearest rock.
Guðmundur Andri writes:
Maybe those guys don’t give a damn that their nation, their entire lineage – fellow graduates, primary school friends, billiard pals, football buddies, old flames and non-flames, old teachers, ‘hi’ acquaintances, tradesmen who did work on your homes, car salesmen that you’ve bought cars from, kind women who once bought badges [sold for charity] from you, old farmers that you spent summers with, your old boy scout leader, the woman who served you at the kiosk – all those things that make up the social network in this community, all those people that you nod to walking down the street and they think: “oh, that guy”, all those people who share the same language and myriad unspoken cultural references that are among those things that make up a nation – maybe those guys don’t give a damn that all those people, that entire community that makes up this nation, are ashamed to know them. Maybe it doesn’t matter a damn to those guys that honourable people regard them with contempt.
Those were pretty much my sentiments when I saw this picture of former Landsbanki owner Björgólfur Thor Björgólfsson and spouse Kristín Ólafsdóttir, taken four days ago aboard a yacht in Cannes during the film festival. Turns out they hadn’t scurried under a rock at all.
Words fail. Except that, well, those boots are beyond hideous with that dress. And old Björgólfur Thór looks like he’s got something spectacularly rammed up his butt. Maybe it’s the 4.4 billion pounds he and his pals collected through Icesave?*
IT’S 11 PM AND THE SUN IS STILL OUT
It’s been a great day – sunny and beautiful [if a little cool]. Sadly I didn’t have much chance to enjoy it on account of a massive workload which accounts for the rather scant activity in this space over the past few days. Still, I did get a walk in, since I took my car to the garage for a little tune-up and declined the offer for a lift back home a little too enthusiastically. It was a great excuse for some fresh air and a spot of sunshine. Right now it’s 8°C [46F]. Sunrise was at 3.39 am and sunset at 11.13 pm. Yowsa!
* Oops, sorry. Just my contempt showing.