It's the time of the year when Vikings drink themselves into stupor in order to be better connected with the supernatural forces. So let's start a thread about the odd Yuletide (that'd be "x-mas" for the Christians) memories.
Mine must be some years ago when my best friend (the one who got me into skydiving) was a conscript in the Swedish army. He had an old arse car that always ran outta gas. One day he decided that the military had plenty of it, so all he had to do was get his car up near the fence, climb over it, drag two 5 gallon tanks to the fuel place, drag 'em back and be done!
Dinnae work out. As he was having the big things, he was spotted. Being dumb as a brick, he continued on. Warning shots were fired.
Anyway, I end up with him on the phone. I try to persuade him to come down to me for a visit over Yule. I've heard nothing of the incident. After much prodding I can hear him get sorta apprehensive and sorta unwilling to budge. When I ask him why, an exhausted "I can't coz I'm in ****ING JAIL!" explodes from his lips.
Too funny. He spent 14 days locked up. X-mas and New Year in jail. That's my best friend as I knew him back when we were teens!
Too bad I haven't been able to jump with him though. He nearly killed himself doing a low hookturn under a Spinetto some years ago (that's ALSO my best friend as I knew him back when we were teens ). Thankfully he survived, but he won't be jumping again.
Oh yeah, same dude. We were 15 or so, riding a tuned up moped. Lots of snow which was hard packed on the roads. He was driving - I was on the back with a pack of beer in each hand. He turns around and says
"hey, what ya think happens if I hit the front brake on this thing?"
"I dunno" is my reply.
Don't cry over spilled beer. .
He still lives in Sweden. Can't help to miss the bugger come X-mas.
