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VALHALLA CALLING!!!

 
  

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Mon Oncle Ignatius
14:25 / 25.10.05
Won't the lack of bees make mead-brewing a problem? Or will you import your own Hackney bees? Just remember not to put them in the post to Iceland.
 
 
STOATIE LIEKS CHOCOLATE MILK
14:34 / 25.10.05
I shall transport them on a longboat. Well, actually, bees are quite small, so maybe it needn't be that long.
 
 
Mon Oncle Ignatius
14:42 / 25.10.05
Shall you row your shortboat ashore, laden with bees - or will they flutter around your mizzen mast?
 
 
STOATIE LIEKS CHOCOLATE MILK
15:10 / 25.10.05
The second one. It sounds ruder.
 
 
Mon Oncle Ignatius
15:14 / 25.10.05
If the boat sinks before you get to the shore (or quay, if one is to hand), be sure and scoot the bees away before you shin up the mast to avoid the water...

Now here's a jolly idea - a remake of Pirates of The Caribbean as, well, Vikings of the North Atlantic!
 
 
Less searchable M0rd4nt
18:45 / 25.10.05
Longboats don't need quays. Stoatie's bee-laden vessel will simply grind onto the frozen shingle, and he will leap forth and demand YEAST from the cowering natives.
 
 
STOATIE LIEKS CHOCOLATE MILK
19:01 / 25.10.05
My nice wholesome Viking mead fantasy is sounding ruder and ruder with every passing minute...
 
 
Mon Oncle Ignatius
19:06 / 25.10.05
Longboats don't need quays.

Very true. If the 'boat should sink before reaching the shore, maybe the bees will even hoist him aloft on their sturdy wings as a flying cloak of mighty insects, and place him safely ashore. Perhaps even near a brewery awaiting the arrival of Hackney honey-makers to re-start the Icelandic mead industry once more; to place the brew back to its glory days as the drink of champions and real VIKINGS!

(Then, being from East London, they might well have a right old cockerney bees-up. Or booze-up, once the mead is ready)
 
 
STOATIE LIEKS CHOCOLATE MILK
19:15 / 25.10.05
Oh, totally. They're very good bees. Very well-trained.
 
 
alejandrodelloco
19:57 / 25.10.05
I have been working on my oak barrels all summer, just thought you would like to know. Mead is life.
 
 
STOATIE LIEKS CHOCOLATE MILK
20:01 / 25.10.05
I bet Keggers could make some awesome mead with his m4d brewing 5k177z.
 
 
Mon Oncle Ignatius
21:09 / 25.10.05
Perhaps as a member of this club?
 
 
Mon Oncle Ignatius
21:11 / 25.10.05
Right - here's a challenge for all you/we Vikings! To get here - in a longboat.

It should be doable by February next year... just about time to get brewing.
 
 
STOATIE LIEKS CHOCOLATE MILK
21:15 / 25.10.05
I may travel by bees.
 
 
Mon Oncle Ignatius
21:21 / 25.10.05
Alternately - we get a longboat (I know there's one on the Liffey in Dublin - there must be one a bit closer), load up with a few of these and set sail. Who knows what we might discover - perhaps even a hangover to do Odin proud?
 
 
STOATIE LIEKS CHOCOLATE MILK
21:40 / 25.10.05
wuuurghh... what was I DRINKING last night? I've gone blind in one eye...
 
 
lekvar
21:53 / 25.10.05
Be sure to read the ingredients before you start drinking mead.


In Norse mythology, Kvasir was the wisest of the Vanir, fashioned from the spittle of all the gods. Two brothers, the dwarves Fjalar and Galar, invited him to a feast in their dismal cavern and killed him. The dwarves mixed his blood with honey and preserved it in two jars and a cauldron. The mixture fermented, creating the mead of poetry. Those who drink it become inspired poets.

Some time later, the brothers murdered the giant Gilling and his wife. Gilling's son, Suttung, came looking for his parents and threatened to kill the dwarves. The brothers gave the mead to Suttung in return for sparing their lives. Suttung hid the mead in the center of a mountain and ordered his daughter Gunnlod to guard it.

Suttung boasted of his treasure, and when the god Odin learned of it he went to Jotunheim to obtain the mead. Disguised as a farmhand, Odin worked for Suttung's brother, Baugi, all summer. When the work was done, Odin asked Baugi to give him a drink of the mead. Reluctantly, Baugi drilled a small hole through the side of the mountain and into the chamber where the mead was kept.

Odin changed himself into a snake and slithered through the hole into the chamber where Gunnlod guarded the mead. Resuming the form of a giant man, he persuaded Gunnlod to give him three sips of the mead. Odin drained all three vessels, changed himself into an eagle, and flew back to Asgard.


From pantheon.org
 
 
Less searchable M0rd4nt
21:55 / 25.10.05
Yeah, you don't want to accidently end up drinking fermenteddead guy/god puke.
 
 
Mon Oncle Ignatius
21:55 / 25.10.05
Those are precisely the reasons for drinking mead.
 
 
Mon Oncle Ignatius
21:56 / 25.10.05
Though not the vomit part; the poetry bits.
 
 
lekvar
23:13 / 25.10.05
Oh, yes, the poetry is all very well and good, but look what it got the Allfather - He drinks some old fart god's blood and before he knows what's hit him he's strung up in a tree, skewered with his own spear, short an eye. It gets better for a while after that, but whoops Ragnarok and he's swallowed whole by a big big wolf.

Doesn't sound like a pleasant night on the town to me.
 
 
Mon Oncle Ignatius
06:40 / 26.10.05
Doesn't sound like a pleasant night on the town to me.

You've never been to Yeovil, have you?
 
 
Sekhmet
13:37 / 26.10.05
lekvar, that version skipped all the good bits! Where's all the sex? The mass murder? The betrayals? The high-speed chases?

Pantheon.org is a poor storyteller. They shall have no mead.
 
 
Less searchable M0rd4nt
20:42 / 21.11.05
Tiiiiiny Viking funeral.

(Warning: it is very sad.)
 
 
Mourne Kransky
20:52 / 21.11.05
Very. *sniff*
 
 
grant
21:11 / 21.11.05
King Mole looks a bit more like a shrew to me.

A Viking shrew.
 
 
Mourne Kransky
21:28 / 21.11.05
He's drinking mead in Valhalla now with all the other viking rodents, either way.
 
 
lekvar
22:45 / 21.11.05
Shouldn't that be Volehalla?
 
  

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