― I wish I were passed out in front of Sirkus right now... (crackle), Friday, 16 June 2006 03:14 (eighteen years ago) link
This made me laugh, from Paul Hanley's book about Hex:
Once immigration had half-heartedly inspected the contents of our battered and frankly unimpressive luggage, the first thing we saw was a sign held against the glass that separated the immigration department from the outside world. It contained just two words: ‘Buy Beer’. It was held there by Einar Örn, a local musician and the ‘first punk in Iceland’ who had discovered The Fall via the car radio.
― visiting, Thursday, 28 April 2022 02:25 (two years ago) link
A quick discussion with the locals revealed the meaning behind Einar’s cryptic instruction: the airport’s duty-free shop was the last place to buy beer before entering the country.