Post Permittert

Permittert is a word, simple, almost like Permit, but means one thing if you get a call, and that is simple your no longer needed at work. Well I never got the call, which isn't surprising as they never call me about anything unless its to use my body to sit in some seat on some boat. Anyway I digress, I never got the phone call, but 50% of the Geo team did, cut down in there youth. Sad. I am sad about it. They were all better at doing there jobs than me, and I have never in 12 years of working offshore had a boss that inspired me, but I have always been inspired by the people around me and may be that is why when I got some text message on Monday night and flight details to join the boat without any explanation. So cold. I flipped out, didn't sleep and sent a mail, worded in such away they decided not to invite me on there little cruise. Timing is everything is seismic, everything, and it would seem I got my timing to perfection by flipping out on the Permittert day! But there you go, I have a job. Mellaine, Ole, Oyvind, Timo, Danny, Andre, Gabi, Hollie, Susie, there are two more but I don't have there names, don't.

Anyway, missing the good weather I headed up Øyfjell above Mosjøen today, the snow in places was deep, and cloud low to form mist. I saw nothing, and even if the mist did move I saw very little. Had to navigate to the summit, like the old days but had the joys of using Trackback on the GPS which brings you back to the start. Winter was here, -10 and now its back to Autumnal. Wet with soft snow.

Extreme Knitting Part 2

Following on from my last post, a knitting theme, I am shocked to inform you the spreading of this dark religious cult to seemingly innocent supermarkets. Sandwiched in between the breed and the domestic goods this cult have slipped in a rack of wool for sale. I wonder if anyone else has noticed this sort of thing in other parts of Norway? If not we may still have a chance to nip this one in the bud and stop this evil cult from spreading further. Although in all honesty I think it might be to late.

Well up here in Mosjøen, it started snowing, and is something like -4, apparently it want last but it looks very pretty.

The picture quality is poor as I took it secretly and undercover with my hidden mobile phone in case anyone noticed me and reported me to the cult (or Supermarket security, how the hell would I explain that one, well officer I have a blogg, hmm....)

Well with all this talk of You tube I checked it out and found these very funny monty python clips taking the micky out of climbers! Very funny.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9U0tDU37q2M&feature=fvsr

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0F2SJS6B1wQ&NR=1

Extreme Knitting

For sometime now I have had this feeling that there is a darkness within Norway, a sub culture and today I was shocked and horrified a person very close to my heart is apart of this dark sub culture or even a full member of this cult. Its not even that well hidden, and even normal people, seemingly normal people are apart of it. It also runs through families, but can just leap generation and plant itself firmly in new believers. Knitting may seem to be harmless but this cult like occupation, have stores all over Norway, and often in busy streets. Today quite unsuspecting I was lead into said shop and exposed to the full horror of this evilness. The place was full of normal looking people browsing through shelves of wool, knitting needles and piles of papers, templates and magazines. I just kept my mouth shut, and tried to blend into the wool, which isn't to hard as I was wearing a wool jumper at the time. I felt like a fraud and any sudden movement would clearly expose me as an intruder. I browsed quietly feeling the wool in my hands, but muttering under my breath anything to ward of the evil wool spirits. I escaped, by bring up the idea of lunch, and I was free. While eating lunch I suddenly realised many of my friends are part of this cult, and openly knit in public places. You would think it would be outlawed. May be I should tell somebody, or may be it to late, they are amongst us and in control at a very high level of government...

I was driving down from Mosjøen the other week, trying to find the road conditions from Lom to Songdal over the Jotunheim but the person on the phone hung up with out answering me, and the sign said open so I went for it. At first the dry road was replaced with ice and then snow, and you would think the stuck lorries or crashed car would have persuaded me to turn back but being stubborn I did not and then started to seriously regret my erroneous ways especially after slipping into a ditch and then sliding down the road started. At one point I was going 10kmh when the wheels just started loosing grip on the steep road, I was left wondering can I get the seatbelt off and jump before the car falls off the edge of the road. I made it down, what should have taken 20mins took 2 hours. its supposed to be the end of September and over the hills it was +4 with snow. A reminder next time take the snow chains winter is back!