Iceland “The Crunch stole Christmas!” shouts the front page of Reykjavik’s lifestyle newspaper, alongside a picture of Dr Seuss’s character, the Grinch, clutching a bag of Icelandic krona. “The Crunch took our jobs, homes, businesses and savings. But unlike the Grinch, he is not likely to give anything back.”
A wander through Reykjavik shows you Christmas has not exactly been stolen. The city shimmers with fairy lights; shops sell festive fermented fish; a brass band toots out carols from the snow-piled pavement.
