I was thinking about moving to LA, New York and Paris too, as it had to be a big city if I was to leave Reykjavik. There had to be lots of musicians, clubs, movies and books. But England was only two hours from Iceland. I eventually fell in love with this country, but like all flirting periods it had a lot to do with being hard to get at first. I’m not into conservatism and tradition, which is so woven into English life, so when I tried getting into English culture I ended up going out and buying Indian music. I’m a visitor here : I call myself an immigrant housewife. I hang out with the Indians in Southall and go to Thai takeaways. They haven’t sacrificed their culture for fish’n’chips or hooliganism or Victorian dandyism.

Raw, janvier 1996