On the twenty-fourth day of Advent the WoffBoot brought to me ... the gates of hell opened!
The last day of the Advent traditionally has the biggest door - so buckle up for this update!
Saturday, 24 December 2016
Friday, 23 December 2016
Thursday, 22 December 2016
Payment Clause Is Coming To Town
On the twenty-second day of Advent the WoffBoot brought to me ... a fat man with a white beard.
And he's ho-ho-homicidal!
And he's ho-ho-homicidal!
Wednesday, 21 December 2016
Battle at the Fords: Anglo-Saxons vs Vikings
And now for that most festive of Christmas traditions - Dark Age slaughter!
Ketill was angry after the attack on the tower failed. "If even the peasants in this land can beat us," he said, "there is little chance any of us will be remember fondly back home." His men didn't agree, as they all wanted nothing more than to go home and lick their wounds at this point, but they were all too scared of Ketill to say so.
Ketill made them row the boats a way up the river during the night while the Saxons were still celebrating their victory up on the hill. The river soon became marshy on one side, then the other, and finally there was nowhere to row as the bottom was too shallow and covered in reeds. Ketill knew where the Saxons had come from and reasoned their towns must be on the south bank, so he gave the order to put ashore there.
It was hard going wading through the marsh at night, and the men moaned a lot. But after some tough going, they reached a causeway made of reeds that clearly led somewhere.
"This is our chance for revenge," Ketill said. "Their town must be over there. We will burn it before dawn. Draw swords and tread light..."
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| "Dear Lindisfarne Monks, You were out when we called, so your sack and pillage has been left with a neighbour. Love and hugs, The Vikings." |
Ketill was angry after the attack on the tower failed. "If even the peasants in this land can beat us," he said, "there is little chance any of us will be remember fondly back home." His men didn't agree, as they all wanted nothing more than to go home and lick their wounds at this point, but they were all too scared of Ketill to say so.
Ketill made them row the boats a way up the river during the night while the Saxons were still celebrating their victory up on the hill. The river soon became marshy on one side, then the other, and finally there was nowhere to row as the bottom was too shallow and covered in reeds. Ketill knew where the Saxons had come from and reasoned their towns must be on the south bank, so he gave the order to put ashore there.
It was hard going wading through the marsh at night, and the men moaned a lot. But after some tough going, they reached a causeway made of reeds that clearly led somewhere.
"This is our chance for revenge," Ketill said. "Their town must be over there. We will burn it before dawn. Draw swords and tread light..."
It's All-Skype Fight Night!
Tuesday, 20 December 2016
A Nice Cup Of Grognog!
On the twentieth day of Advent the WoffBoot brought to me ... a wee snifter to keep out the cold.
Mugs at the ready!
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| Don't worry, he won't bite. Just bark. |
Mugs at the ready!
Monday, 19 December 2016
Sunday, 18 December 2016
Oh Christmas Treeman
On the eighteenth day of Advent the WoffBoot brought to me ... a Yule log - with swagger!
See it while you can - it's going on the fire on Boxing Day!
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| What a very artistic way to kill a tree. |
See it while you can - it's going on the fire on Boxing Day!
Saturday, 17 December 2016
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