Author: - The Reykjavik Grapevine

Flirting Like An Idiot In 101

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The other night I met up with a friend at a bar. As I went upstairs for a smoke, a…

Oley, Oley, Oley, Oley!

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On Thursday night, Iceland secured its place in the UEFA Women’s Championship finals next summer with a 3-2 victory over…

What A Load Of Old Rubbish!

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While some consider Reykjavík to be one of the greenest cities in the world, generating electricity and heating houses with…

Pussy For Everyone!

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Jerking their limbs, wearing offensive clothing and conspiring to play a guitar. These are just a few of the charges…

Four Medals in 104 Years

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Since the Olympic Games were revived in 1896, Icelandic sportsmen have faced a lack of funds, lack of nationhood and…

Playing Dirty In Ísafjörður

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Mýrarbolti (Mee-rar-bowl-ti) is the European championship in Swamp Football (or soccer). It has taken place in the small town of…

Track Of The Issue: Tilbury: Drama

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Tilbury have been creating quite a stir since their single “Tenderloin” surfaced online four months ago. It’s one of many…

The Village Idiot SPEAKS

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Growing up in a quaint old village in Kent, England, my Icelandic Dad liked to tell me stories about a…

The Eight Presidential Candidates, So Far…

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The Icelandic presidential elections are less than two months away and the race is heating up. For the first time…

Icelanders On The Anarchy In The U.K.

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Riots and looting have spread across London City over the last few days, with copycats spilling over into Birmingham, Liverpool…

FUN IN THE FAROESE

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The hills are alive with the sound of music in Gøta, the small town in the Faroe Islands, which is…