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Iceland
Once upon a time, I was an ad man. Like the Ice Age giant bears that roamed from the fjords to Sussex, my kind faces extinction. No one wants zingy headlines and witty, well-constructed copywriting these days. Even you, dear Lussonian, probably just enjoy the shiny pictures and scan the wordy bits from your tablet…
It has been quite a busy past few months here at the World Headquarters, or, as others might call it, my private bathroom– a 3,200 square-meter marble temple of excretory pleasure, with three toilets completely encrusted with crystals, hand-carved by workers who, ironically, do not themselves have access to bathrooms between the hours of 6am…
