August 29, 2005

Maria and the celebrities!

What is interesting about the last few days, is the amount of famous people I've bumped into here in Reykjavik.
I myself am not much into celebrities. I don't watch television, don't listen to the radio, and couldn't name a single song on the top 10, and not even a single movie currently at theaters. I do, however, read newspapers obsessively, and listen to my own, "exotic" music.
A lot of world famous musicians have visited Iceland, but I have never been to any concerts. The only celebrity I ever saw in real life was Bjork, since she spends a lot of time in Iceland. I've seen her on several occasions in town or at the mall. But she doesn't count, since she's Icelandic.

But when I was a teenager, I was much more into movies & popstars (what teenager isn't?). When I was 13 I saw "Terminator 2" about 45 times!
That's why it was pretty cool when Robert Patrick came into my shop the other day. (He's not scary at all in real life :p).

Then earlier this evening 2 men entered the shop. I didn't pay them much attention, until finally one of them decided to buy something. He commented on my "Segafredo Reykjavik" t-shirt (which has the names of a bunch of cities worldwide on it), and mentioned that he had been to most of the cities, since he was touring with a band. I asked him what band it was, and he answered "Joe Cocker. Do you know Joe Cocker?".
I said yeah of course, but.. come on, really, is he in Iceland?
So we ended up having a quite long and really nice conversation, and he said he was going to stop by at the shop again.
And I have since found out that Joe Cocker is indeed in Iceland :)

Last night I was on my way home from work, at around 19:30 in the evening. I got on the bus, and guess who comes staggering, completely drunk, with his jeans looking like they're about to fall off, into the bus? Bobby Fischer himself!
And his girlfriend (she was wearing a sweater from my shop!). They sat down very close to me, so I could hear everything they said (he talked the whole way). I was really amused when he was harassed by a bum who sat down behind him, padded his shoulder and asked in Icelandic: "so have you learned any Icelandic yet?". He tried to ignore him, and kept talking to his girlfriend. He spoke loudly, and sometimes he laughed incredibly insanely. He was complaining about some lawyer he called a crook.
I don't know why a rich guy like Bobby Fischer was on my bus. I could tell that he doesn't take the bus a lot, though, cause he and his girlfriend were completely lost, and kept wondering about where to get off.
Since I help foreigners for a living, speak English with confidence and know my way around Reykjavik very well, I could have offered my assistance, and normally I would have done so to the lost foreigners sitting next to me... But I just sat there, and let Bobby Fischer do what he should have done a long time ago: Get lost.

Posted by Maria at August 29, 2005 09:51 PM | TrackBacks
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What is the problem with your blog? Why can't I post comments?

Posted by: Torbjörn Karfunkel at August 30, 2005 08:16 AM Permalink

That one worked. I've tried several times before with no success.

Posted by: Torbjörn Karfunkel at August 30, 2005 08:17 AM Permalink

OK, here's what I would do if I encountered him. I'd punch his teeth out, kick him in the groin, break his arms and legs, rip his heart out through his throat, stomp it into a mashy substance and feed it to a syfilitic pig, slaughter the pig and pack the meat in boxes labeled 'Halal Turkey Meat' and distribute them to grocery stores.

And that's only the musician...I'd be really rough on Bobby, though.

;) Kidding

Posted by: Torbjörn Karfunkel at August 30, 2005 08:21 AM Permalink

Hehe you're all talk. You'd just sit there quietly and think "that's Bobby Fischer!"

Posted by: Maria at August 30, 2005 09:58 AM Permalink