I just checked and we have had ten thousand and sixty six hits on the blog. Ten sixty six! Now, that is so appropriate. 1066 was the date of the last great Viking battle and the last invasion of England at Hastings by the real last Viking , William the Conqueror, against his cousin, Harold, the King of England, the second last Viking. Harold died on the battlefield with an arrow in the eye (put that down or you’ll have someone’s eye out!) just inland from Pevensey Beach near Hastings at a place called, appropriately enough, Battle.
After ruling England like a modern day deranged dictator, William grew enormously fat. He continued fighting wars and was eventually wounded in yet another battle in France. He died a week later, and his body, swollen by several years of excessive eating and drinking, proved too large for the stone coffin in which he was to be buried. It burst apart, leaving his remains splattered all over the floor of the chapel, and with such a terrible stench that all the mourners frantically fled.
Those Norse Gods will always get you in the end. And, as the Gods believe we were all put on the earth just to amuse them, I’m sure up in Asgard where they live, they would thought that was damn right hilarious.