Of Ice and MTNs

The build up to Íslandsbanki’s annual Thorrablot celebrations — for the uninitiated, it’s an Icelandic midwinter festival — is always fraught with nerves, anticipation and a slightly sickly feeling at the prospect of crunching down on goats’ testicles. But this year’s shindig on Thursday night has some added spice — or, more appropriately, pickle — as it could be the last event ever.