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a little story.
So I'm out watching some bands, dancing to some tunes at a club until it kicks us all out at the ridiculously early time of 1am. I get home at 2am, and much too awake to go to bed I turn the TV on and there's some music programme on about a festival in Reykjavik. Lots of English bands playing there. And I'm thinking, hey! It's Reykjavik on my TV! Home of Siggi and Jon Bjarki.
And while I'm watching it, on screen appears a young Icelandic-looking chap at a hot dog stand or something, saying how half the people he talks to around this time are English, and how it's beautiful, and then they all go home (or something)... and it's JON BJARKI! On my TV! In my living room! (Well, my adopted living room).
And I'm shouting at the TV (did I mention I was a little drunk?) "IT'S JON! IT'S BLOODY JON!" to myself (my flatmate is fast asleep, being one of those employed people). And I can't believe it. I rarely watch TV.
And the chances of me switching it on at 2 in the morning and catching this one-off show, and seeing my friend Jon being interviewed, made me realise something about the world, something about the universe, something I never really comprehended before...that Iceland is indeed a small place.
Haha, well done Jon for making it into my living room. Fate keeps pulling us all together. Or something.
Jonny
Jonny lagði af stað í ferðalagið sitt þann 15. ágúst 2005. Við lögðum af stað sama dag á sama klukkutímanum. Tilviljun?
a little story.
So I'm out watching some bands, dancing to some tunes at a club until it kicks us all out at the ridiculously early time of 1am. I get home at 2am, and much too awake to go to bed I turn the TV on and there's some music programme on about a festival in Reykjavik. Lots of English bands playing there. And I'm thinking, hey! It's Reykjavik on my TV! Home of Siggi and Jon Bjarki.
And while I'm watching it, on screen appears a young Icelandic-looking chap at a hot dog stand or something, saying how half the people he talks to around this time are English, and how it's beautiful, and then they all go home (or something)... and it's JON BJARKI! On my TV! In my living room! (Well, my adopted living room).
And I'm shouting at the TV (did I mention I was a little drunk?) "IT'S JON! IT'S BLOODY JON!" to myself (my flatmate is fast asleep, being one of those employed people). And I can't believe it. I rarely watch TV.
And the chances of me switching it on at 2 in the morning and catching this one-off show, and seeing my friend Jon being interviewed, made me realise something about the world, something about the universe, something I never really comprehended before...that Iceland is indeed a small place.
Haha, well done Jon for making it into my living room. Fate keeps pulling us all together. Or something.
Jonny
Jonny lagði af stað í ferðalagið sitt þann 15. ágúst 2005. Við lögðum af stað sama dag á sama klukkutímanum. Tilviljun?