What do you reckon? Tasteful stuff, huh? Do I get to keep my head,
or is it time to flee the land? I'm sure it's riddled with
grammatical, lexical and metrical blunders of every shape and hue,
so if anyone does have the patience, I wouldn't mind hearing about
those. Are any of the kennings utterly baffling? I might be coaxed
into elucidating... Norse novices might do best ignore, and
concentrate on the real stuff!

I feel an urge to appologise, or explain, or explode from smugness.
Not sure which.

Put it this way: I've never tried to write an Old Norse praise-poem
before, or indeed anything in Old Norse (apart from the beginning of
The Hobbit a few weeks ago:), certainly not the gilded intricacy
that is dróttkvætt, so if I seem to be saying something awful, bear
in mind: that might not be what I meant! (Take it as a whole,
folks.) Then again I do like juxtaposition and silliness and
excess, so it may well be. If just comes across as mad doggerel,
that's about right. Now all I need to do is dress up in a
historically dubious "horned helmet" and go banging on the doors of
a well known London residence...

Llama Nom

PS. And yes, Imre, I'm sure the editors of The Sun would appreciate
the sentiment, if not the style! Bless their evil hearts...