Well ok, maybe I'm not writing a novel, but it makes a good title don't you think?
A few weeks ago was the Norwegian constitution parade -
May 17th in fact - the day that Norway declared independence from Sweden, or, according to some Swedes, the day they got drunk and forgot about the colder part of their kingdom. In any case, the event calls for a celebration.
And nothing says celebration like a parade, some colorful coned hats, and fresh pickled herring. Actually, I'm pretty sure its against natural law to eat pickled herring. Any fish that sounds like it's named after unsightly body growth is strictly off my list. I don't know what possessed me to use the adjective 'fresh' when so many others seem more suited. Perhaps I'm feeling generous.
Here's the high lights of last month's parade of Viking goodness (care of Soosan, of the Internets):
http://flickr.com/photos/soosan/sets/349638/'What have the 'wegians done for me?', you might ask. Two words:
paperclip.
And for those of you too lasy to click - here's where the story gets interesting:
In protest they started wearing paperclips, because paperclips were a Norwegian invention whose original function was to bind together...and wearing a paperclip could have gotten you arrested.
Next time you reach for a paperclip, my friends, you are reaching into history.