Adventures in an igloo

and I've got plans to drink at least 2 beers tomorrow, yes, my friends, two whole beers!

Due to that I'm going to share one of the ultimate party songs with you.

Enjoy!

You really really know that recession has hit your country when you notice that the cosmetics department of your local supermarket is promoting Old Spice as the new men's cologne of choice.

Well, it's either one of those wicked side effects of the financial crisis or you have accidentally turned back the clock and it's now 1962...

I've always been fond of soul. I love golden oldies from the likes of Fontella Bass, James Brown and Otis Redding. Although it's apparent from my dance moves that I don't really have soul, I nontheless quite value my soul.

You can just imagine in light of this information how petrified I am when it comes to the ever louder voices on my rock that demand Iceland become a member of the Europan Union.

You see, I stumbled upon a truth that's even stranger than fiction the other day about the EU's source of power. Ever heard of Beelzebub AKA Bubbles AKA the Devil anyone?

So children here's the story according to some cute little Christians of how a Babylonian Demigod hired a bunch of architects of destruction to build a brand new "design" Tower of Babel in Strasbourg (which means "Stinky Demons in Suits" in Mordorish).

Once upon a time there was a wicked oh so wicked little Babylonian god who really wanted to unleash a league of demons with suitcases and a gigantic papertrail, erm I mean tail, upon the world.

Anyway, he got buried in the desert as time went by but never stopped being a horrid little bureaucrat under the enormous pile of sand.

So one day a German dude shows up in the Middle East and excavates some stuff and brings it back home to Berlin.

Unfortunately that stuff was the Ishtar Gate AKA the Gate to Hell and Pergamon AKA the seat of Satan. Ooooops!

So a couple of world wars later which according to my sources, the Christian web pages, were started by our Babylonian devil, he decides to finish Europe off once and for all by founding the EU and thus really bringing the end of the world to our European doorstep.

The proof to this you may ask, well, the Tower of Babel in Strasbourg AKA the new EU Parliament Building and the naked broad (Europa) on the bull (the Beast) right outside that evil place and to add insult to injury she's also hanging out in front of the European Council Building in Brussels.

Does this seem farfetched to you? Well, it does to me too, but it's just so much more entertaining than tracing the EU's history back to the dead boring European Coal and Steel Community back in 1951!

You know it's getting bad when you find yourself doing the two-step in front of the toilet paper rack at the supermarket.

I can see it in people's eyes that they're thinking: "Should I buy the nice, soft rolls or the cheap ones that were made out of lightly shredded old cardboard boxes for sure?"

Actually, I don't need to see it in their eyes as they're openly discussing the issue with strangers at the supermarket.

Toilet paper talk has become a sort of a philosophical debate among the "economically thinking" masses who amazingly still frequent the stores in the midst of our economic crisis.

You hear people rationalizing their decision to buy the nice variety on grounds of: "one of these really equals 3 of those" and "I've heard that a part of the proceeds of the nice ones go to building dog shelters, so it's really my contribution to charity, you know for the greater good".

Seriously, when decent toilet paper has evolved into a luxury item, then it's getting pretty bad.

Which reminds me, the Mother Unit called and asked me to pick up a roll of AGHHHHHH