Friday, May 25, 2007
Northern Voices
My office can be a strange place.This morning I was pretty knackered after travelling half way across the country to enlighten students from Edinburgh University about my topic of interest. That actually went pretty well, although my spoken English has suffered from not being used for a looooong time.
So anyway, there I was, knackered and just feeling a bit out of this world. As I enter the Reykjavik Academy, I heard seriously weird noises, like chanting and tribal drums in the distance.
My first thought was naturally, “bloody hell- I’ve gone mad, too much work has made me absolutely bonkers!” Fortunately, I wasn’t having a mental breakdown- because sure enough there was a little fellow there from Greenland, banging his drum and singing shaman-like songs out in the hall. His singing and drum-banging woke me up good and now I am fit as a fiddle and ready for more action.
The Greenland-man (now how do we say this in English- Greenlandic, Greenlandish or Greenish?) told a story about a friend who only had 3 dogs for his sled. He apparently had a taste for fat and furry puppies and couldn’t resist the temptation when the dogs became “ripe” for barbecuing and well, threw a few pups on the barbie.
So, although the Inuit (ahhhhh- there’s the right word) certainly managed to wake me up with his mesmerizing Inuit songs- he also managed to distract me from the lecture on sex, singing and drinking in the Highland, I am supposed to have ready by next weekend.
Now all I can think of is a fire, a puppy and Heinz barbecue sauce (NB! Not really mouth-watering stuff).
Darn!
# posted by Björkin : 1:16 PM
