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curious little critter

salmon was pure heaven. brother-in-virtual-law makes for an excellent cook

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it’s neverending!!

turns out these old buggers are headed this way

things must be real bad in the rest of the world, as it seems everybody but u2 & elvis has visited this year

by itself — damien rice sold out in 20 mins…

is good

go coffee

excellent for waking yerself up before heading to the office to try & tackle some of the mountain of work that’s been piling up there recently

hasn’t been quite up to form this past month or so, has siggimus, but is turning in excellent stuff these days, so finally he feels up to the job of tackling

loads of concerts coming up; blonde redhead, airwaves, where keane & the shins will be playing. then there’s damien rice & van morrison, of whom siggimus has to make a poster

out of these, only van morrison is certain (siggimus’ employer is sponsor)

doesn’t want to miss blonde redhead again, especially with slowblow as warmup, & wouldn’t mind damien rice, but, well…

siggimusum hoc est praeceptum meum: omnes homines stulti sunt

-siggimus

(slightly borrowed from quintus horatius flaccus

meaning: siggimus’ maxim is that all men are crazy)

& some more stulti than others, e.g. miss bush

the river … well, part of it

spent a delightful weekend with great people, attempting to get fish to bite worms before they wiggle off the hook

the gang was greeted by a lovely herd of calves

a lot of beer was consumed, as is customary

one would not like to meet this majestic fish & apologise for being responsible for its demise in a sober state

mmmmmmmmmm!!!

besides, everything’s more fun when you have a bit of beer in your belly

so, saturday jodaz catches one

jodaz looking pro

sunday morning siggif catches one

that’s not it

sunday afternoon siggif heads home, relatively happy, although a few swearwords did cross his mouth

the bridge

so, monday comes, & the gang is allowed to fish until 13.00

not too much is happening, so a suggestion to head down to the bridge is unanimously accepted and the suggestee patted on back

on way down there, they run across the farmer who asks ‘how’s fishin’?’ to which the gang replies: ‘two salmon & a few wee ones’

‘ach,’ says the farmer, ‘please get one more. we’re up to 199 & i want to see it up to 200.’

‘sure will!’ the gang replies

‘you should get a bite at 12.45 in the upper waterfall, on the right’

‘aha!’ gang says, secretly nodding in the farmer’s general direction, indicating senile insanity

anyhoo, fishing is attempted, but nothing is biting

at around 12.39, jodaz sends siggimus over to the upper waterfall, on the right, where siggimus sinks the bait & waits patiently

after a few mins, there’s a nibble, but nothing sticks

then another nibble & something sticks!

but it’s not very big & it manages to get off the hook…

then suddenly, as the clock chimes 12.45, siggimus notices a little quiver at the end of the fishing pole

something nibbles!!

*yank a little*

it’s on!!

so, siggimus battles with the salmon for a minute, during which minute siggimus realises he’s not exactly in a prime location; perched on a cliff about 2 metres above the water

in case you don’t know salmon, this is not a very good place to be

so, siggimus does the only thing possible: yanks the silvery feller up out of the water & all the way up to the cliffy bit, where jodaz – panicking as always – grabs on to it for dear life & wrestles it onto the ground

siggimus has caught his second salmon 🙂

it´s a beauty!!

so, as they drive away, they run into the farmer again & in high pitched voices tell him that they have salmon #200 for him & that they actually caught it at precisely 12.45!!

what a freakin’ coincidence!!

farmer nods calmly & says ‘mmm. you know, people always think i’m lying…’

of course!

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cold, windy & nothing biting yet funny how a few beers can make up for that

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here’s hoping siggimus catches something…

first football session of this winter (*shudder! let’s make that season) didn’t quite go as planned

of the 16 or so men that are in the club, around 50% were expected

3 showed up

one of them half an hour late… couldn’t find the joint

anyhoo, this old bugger sees siggimus & emil standing there like a couple of silly buggers, takes unwanted pity on them & shanghais them & squeezes them into their old-folks team

well, to cut a long story short, siggimus ran something like 103 m total during the 1,5 hour game (31-28, incidentally, for siggimus & whatstheirfaces), wheezing like a whale most of the time

here’s hoping things will improve…

turns out this haraldur fellar has a few tricks up his sleeve

definitely a different sort of back-stride from óli & björgvin. not as heavy, for one thing. siggimus doesn’t squeal as much. maybe haraldur’s still looking for the weak spots?

still, he did manage to inflict quite a bit of pain, especially when he did that try-to-pull-siggimus’-head-off-with-a-home-made-head-pulling-thingy

& during the … erm … chiropractice (?? just what exactly is it called that a chiropractor does?), he managed to get some funny but painful sounding cracks out of siggimus’ spine

& during his nap, siggimus’ belly looked like a fucken pincushion!! musta put like 10 of those pins in just the belly!

so, siggimus welcomes haraldur into the club of people who have been paid to strut about on his back