Iceland failed to make it on to the UN Security Council last night coming last among the European contenders. Well, I don't care much for the UN for a start but by that I mean the main body not the useful subsidiaries who are trying to help so many in this world. No, I mean that bunch of 192 nations (the talking shop on the Hudson), each with one vote, in an outfit that is 75% funded by the West and sitting in Manhattan in comfy chairs and no doubt dining at fine restaurants while half the world starves.
But I am glad that Iceland lost. Unlike Gordon Brown, I am not especially upset that their banks have crashed and that Brits including many local councils have got umpteen millions of savings frozen. That was our own silly, greedy fault.
I just hate them for a very simple reason. Three weeks after I got back from the Arctic in 2006, the bastards killed a fin whale, the second largest creature on this planet. Why, I shall never know - perhaps it's that ancestral rights business I talked about earlier. For sure, Iceland has no need of whale meat as food.
On my last day in the Arctic, two of these guys swam along side us in our little rubber boat; you see how close - no telephoto. Our expedition leader said that in all his years, he had never been so close to them from an open boat.Experiences like this should be available for generations to come.
So bugger Iceland.
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