There's Always A Way Around It...

How much would you be willing to sweat to save £45? That is the question.

Matt Botten, a 32-year-old man from Cardiff, proved on Monday that he’s ready to go all the way and sweat as much as he's ever sweated before in order to avoid paying £45 in what he saw as unfair fees.

He was checking into a flight to Keflavík, Iceland from Gatwick Airport in the UK with budget airline EasyJet when he made the decision that instead of paying the £45 fee for extra baggage, he would bite the bullet and sweat it out instead.

He pulled out all the clothes from his fee-incurring suitcase and put them on rather than check the bag. His new outfit for the journey included several jumpers, extra trousers, a number of T-shirts, as well as a pair of shoes in his pockets. And all it cost him was a long list of questions from curious airline staff before he was allowed to board the plane.

Lucky for him, he received a freezing reception from the weather gods in Iceland, who greeted him with 'unseasonably' cold temperatures, making him grateful for each and every piece of clothing he had on.

There's a moral to this story somewhere. If anyone can figure out what it is... please let me know.

Withnail And I

"I have of late, but wherefore I know not, lost all my mirth and indeed it goes so heavily with my disposition that this goodly frame the earth seems to me a sterile promontory; this most excellent canopy the air, look you, this mighty o'rehanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire; why, it appeareth nothing to me but a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours. What a piece of work is a man, how noble in reason, how infinite in faculties, how like an angel in apprehension, how like a God! The beauty of the world, paragon of animals; and yet to me, what is this quintessence of dust. Man delights not me, no, nor women neither, nor women neither."

Life according to a Sugarcube

I grew up with all these hippies. Ten of them and one of me. None of them wanted to work and spent all their time talking and dreaming and fooling around. 90% of that hippie stuff is just bullshit but the ideals of that generation were very beautiful and powerful and rebellious. I had to dress and feed myself from the time I was six, which meant I became a very organised person. But there came a point when I was about seven or eight, when I saw the absurdity of living in a commune and I said to them, "Why don’t you just DO SOMETHING!?

Springtime in Iceland

With spring on the way here in Reykjavik it would be normal to expect a slight rise in temperatures, an increase in rainfall and the thawing of much of the snow and ice on the roads and footpaths.

What we actually get is hailstones the size of frozen peas falling from the sky and covering the lawn like a miniature golf course.

Ahhh, the joys of life at 66 North.

"That's the last goddamn hitchhiker I ever pick up."

The film which you are about to see is an account of the tragedy which befell a group of five youths, in particular Sally Hardesty and her invalid brother, Franklin. 

It is all the more tragic in that they were young. 

But, had they lived very, very long lives, they could not have expected nor would they have wished to see as much of the mad and macabre as they were to see that day. 

For them an idyllic summer afternoon drive became a nightmare. The events of that day were to lead to the discovery of one of the most bizarre crimes in the annals of American history, The Texas Chain Saw Massacre.

Rock Stars (Don't ever be one)

“Listen to the stage manager and get on stage when they tell you to. No one has time for the rock star act. None of the techs backstage care if you’re David Bowie or the milkman. When you
act like a jerk, they are completely unimpressed with the infantile display that you might think comes with your dubious status. They were there hours before you building the stage, and they
will be there hours after you leave tearing it down. They should get your salary, and you should get theirs.” - Henry Rollins