h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

I liked the story of the Icelander who was asked what there was to do in his country. He replied:
"In the summer, there is the fishing and the f**king. In the winter, there is no fishing".
Doesn't sound all bad.

There is less and less fishing in Iceland now.
Strangely, topless clubs have been on the rise in Iceland in the last 4 years or so. This probably has something to do with the fish being gone. Probably sailors missing the chance to watch sexually explicit material and twist their knob while doing so (remember, fishing trips sometimes take months, months of testosterone-overloaded males sweating together). The smell of fish will not be discussed in any way in this context. Rumours of the topless clubs being a cover for a f**king industry have been categorically denied. But they probably are true.

The roads are either covered in snow, melting snow, salt, water, full of holes or any combination of those. In the summer guys on BMW's treat them as a personal race course, in the winter guys on all range vehicles.

There are more sheep than there are humans in Iceland.

As the poem said:
Come to Iceland,
it's a nice land,
you can shake the shepherds hand.