Residents complained to the police because they were tired of the noise coming from a flat in their block in Reykjavík one recent weekend night.
Icelandic police made their way to the scene expecting to find a rowdy and busy house party in progress, Vísir.is reported. However, according to police records, that did not turn out to be the case: the only occupants of the apartment were a man and a woman. More specifically, newlyweds and the noise was not down to any trouble going on.
The racket was nothing more than an expression of love – and although the police refused to comment on specific details, officers did confirm that they decided not to press any charges. Although breaching the peace late at night is considered a crime, police decided not even to serve an official warning in this particular case. No further complaints were received following officers’ departure from the scene but it is likely the newly married couple will not soon forget their wedding weekend.
@Gummi, you crazy son-of-b, I thought I was reading the script of Icelandic Pie 2; The Dalai Lama of the North goes naughty!
Sad to report, I witnessed the whole depraved scene.
The noise woke me at 4. I walked over in my Spiderman pajamas and banged on the door. Olafur Ragnar answered, clad in his usual black latex jumpsuit. (It does not flatter his portly figure.) First Lady Dorit was wielding the rubber whip and a frightening cucumber of unusual girth. “Who’s the Dalai Lama of the North!” she berated. Uncle Ollie, despite his inebriated condition, managed to slur the words, “You are, my dearest! You are the Dalai Lama of the North”
“Then kiss my Potala!” she screamed.
I backed away fearfully as the police stepped in.
To make the story short, they were pepper sprayed, thrown into the police van, and tossed into the Tjornin to sober up. I had breakfast with Ollie very next day. “What’s news, Gummi old fellow!” he said cheerfully.
I quickly changed the subject.
G.