Caedmon was an early English Christian poet who lived in Whitby in the 7th century. The writer of this blog has no pretensions to such exalted gifts, and for this reason (as well as the fact that the name has already been taken) has chosen his Cat. They say that a cat can look at a king; this cat certainly does that. He's also had a good Christian education from his master, and he's quite prepared to use it when necessary.
Tuesday, 17 January 2012
Habeas Abbur's Corpus
The Northumbrian Kingdom - increasingly stifled by the deadweight of Holy Roman Empire (which is neither holy, Roman nor an empire) law - has had a rather embarrassing problem on its hands. This little piece of inconvenience takes the long-bearded form of a Viking warrior priest called Abbur Gut-harrdur. This fine specimen - a devotee of the Viking Eddas and violent campaigner for a universal Viking religion - is an erstwhile colleague and mucker of the late and lamented Olaf Ladensson, the loveable and cheeky rogue, who inspired thousands of fly agaric-chewing Vikings to wreak havoc and destruction on the Christianised Anglo-Saxon world, and who was obliging enough to be allegedly assassinated by Ultima Thule chieftain Bugrake O'Drama's henchmen.
Abbur Gut-harrdur has been an esteemed visitor to these shores, and has endeared himself to the indigenous people by gently suggesting to his knuckle-dragging followers that they would earn extra Brownie points with their chief god Odin if they were to destroy every trace of the accursed Anglo-Saxons and their civilisation, and set up a new Viking colony, ruled by the harsh laws their sacred handbook, the Eddas. Bless. Unfortunately, Abbur Gut-harrdur outstayed his welcome and the Anglo-Saxons are becoming deeply concerned.
The Northumbrian Administration - headed up by Dagwald Caedmeron - the Chief Cock and Bluebottle-Washer of the Tree Faction - was anxious to remove this hirsute pest and pustule from our blessed shores, thus shunting the problem into someone else's direction. But to do this he's had to appeal to a higher authority than Good King Alhfrith, our Great Monarch.
Sadly, following an impassioned appeal to Holy Roman Empire Supremo Emperor Jose Borracho and his half-witted henchman Hermit the Rumphole, Caddy Boy was cruelly overruled. These Vikings have rights, so he stays put. Now run along and play, there's a good boy.
This Cat has a suggestion for Caddy Boy. All he needs to do is to have a quiet word in Bugrake O'Drama's shell-like. I'm sure they could come to some kind of an arrangement..
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