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Much as I love Iceland when I visit earlier this year, it's responsible for the single most disgusting eating experience I've had in my life. And no, I'm not talking about that sheep's face . I've heard about hákarl , or to give it its proper name, kæstur hákarl (Icelandic for "fermented shark"), as being an unmissable and unique part of Icelandic cuisine, so on my arrival in Reykjavik, I'm determined to track some down. Like svið, hákarl is traditionally served as part of a þorramatur , the Icelandic banquet served at the midwinter festival þorrablót . Luckily for me however, it's available in Icelandic supermarkets throughout the year. In fact I find a packet of rotten shark in a freezer store (Iceland's Iceland) and nearly buy some to take back home, but then realise it might be considered a bit anti-social on the plane. Made from a type of shark which is actually poisonous when fresh due to a high content of uric acid and trimethylamine ox...

This made my life both better and worse than before. This made me both dislike and like Norway more than before. Amazing. Just amazing. " Gylne Tider (Golden Times) is a Norwegian television series that currently airs on TV2. The show ran on television for three seasons, in 2002, 2004 and 2006. In the series we meet presenter Øyvind Mund, cameraman Steinar Marthinsen and sound engineer Ingar Thorsen who travel to meet their childhood heroes. " Also, Andrew McCarthy is still a god. I still would. Via Sarah Silverman .

" Take one camel hump and mince finely. Add diced shallots, capers, Tabasco and a raw egg and mix thoroughly..." I have a morbid fear of being the first person to arrive anywhere. It's nothing to do with being fashionably late - more to do with awkwardness and not knowing what to say. And so it is that my husband and I find ourselves overshooting Number 1, Somewhere Street*, London as we're 10 minutes early and there's no way in hell I'm walking through that door till it's at least 5 past the hour. As we trot past, I turn and see someone go up the steps, and I hiss to the hubby, "That's Henry" and he replies, "Who?" and I say, "The guy from Leon " and he replies, "Oh, Dimbles - you should have said" (sorry Henry - it's that Harry Hill's fault ). And then I begin to laugh, embarrassed, and my husband says, "He's going to hear you and spot us and think we're mentals. Pretend to be on the phone...