Sunday, February 12, 2006

Time travellers of the world unite and take over

Tonight I felt like I had mastered the art of time travelling. Yes, it is true...well almost true. While walking home from the Castle Tavern (which has been invaded and conquered by L L Bean and bright paint, yuck) I had the strangest feeling of deja vu. It was like stepping back in time and place, say around 14 years to downtown Reykjavík. All the pubs here close at 1 am, abysmal but real, and all the alcohol infused youngsters marched or actually stumbled out of the diverse (only kidding) dives. It reminded me of the Reykjavík of my youth before the opening hours were extended to I'll keep this joint open until all the pubsters have passed out. When everything closed at 3 am, we underage Ice-drunks would crawl down to the city centre and meet all the other drunkards. It was a blast and the people you hadn't already met in your club, would emerge from the 5 other "restaurants" in town. We would then sit on fences and sing, scream and drink some more until the break of dawn. That Reykjavík has unfortunately died. Now the clubs, pubs and what have you not's are innumerable and no way in hell to actually to meet someone you actually know in the pub of your choice. The point of the story is that St Andrews really is a little shithole, truly an adorable one but still a shithole, that brings me back in time by the young soon to be alcoholics sitting on fences, singing, screaming and drinking some more. The difference is that they scream in English and only keep this behaviour up between the hours of 1.05 am till 2.00 instead of rejoicing intoxicated the coming of the first light of day. Ahhhh, I miss the good old days-- but I am also quite glad that they have gone into the oblivion of time passed because honestly, sitting on a fence for hours in the middle of the night in the North Atlantic really has a nasty cooling effect on one's bottom half...
Hic!

# posted by Björkin : 2:01 AM
Comments:
hmmm... While you were perfectly correct in your summation of the St. A's pub crowd (esp. since the Angus House Krew and the Council are gone), I believe your recounting of days of yore in Iceland only helped to reinforce the widely-held perception that you Icelandians are a bit off. Sitting outside in winter in Iceland?! Y'all are too hardcore for me. Or just way better at linking body heat to alcohol consumption. Perhaps if this entry had not so closely followed your one abt. Eurovision, the damage would have been minimal... ;)

Miss you, Bjork!!
# posted by Blogger jules : 6:31 PM
 
hmmm, are you implying that it is in some way strange to sit outside and also be fanatic about the Grand Prix? OK, so I see your point.. but you are from the South so you are weird too! Hahhahaha...
hugs to you and all y'all come back now, ya hear!!
# posted by Blogger Björkin : 1:33 AM
 
Ahh, now you made me smile :)

Remembering the times of over-consumption of alcohol and going home just as the street-sweepers came out in the early hours of morning...

hahhaha akkuru er ég að skrifa þetta á ensku?
lo fjú, baunasúpa xxx

I wonder... do you think there is more to life than being really, really, REALLY goodlooking?
# posted by Anonymous Anonymous : 4:05 PM
 
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