Needed: a better word for banana
The birthday of the poet Jónas Hallgrímsson, the 16th of November, marks the Day of the Icelandic Language. There are supposedly more people speakers of Klingon than Icelandic, but somehow I doubt that there are a great many native Klingon speakers around, while around a third of a million Icelanders speak their strange throwback to…
Stella and me
I don’t know who Stella Blómkvist is. That’s not quite true, as I know who the razor-tongued, morally wayward lawyer Stella Blómkvist is. What I don’t know is who actually writes these stories that have been appearing at intervals for the last twenty-five years. I had read a few of them, years ago, before crime…
Remembering Beer Day
He sat back, folded his arms and frowned. ‘It should be banned. Simple as that,’ he said, mind firmly made up on the issue. My friend, an alcoholic who followed ten mad, self-destructive years with twenty (and counting) dry ones, has strong views. We were talking about booze. This is something the Nordic countries do…