27.12.2006


Thirtyfive





             

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    -How do you do you old boor welcomes him the drawling high and rusty voice of Holmi as soon as he enters.


    Its owner having become running high pissed takes him by the neck, here have a drink, you horny nail.


    The honeywine tastes unusually delicious, because Birkir had poured one bottle of strong alkohol into the demijohn for the occasion.


    On the old sofa in the small bachelor´s living room, which is crowded by the way, Bjorn and the girl from Huso, who had charmed him in the Co-op
store are sitting comfortably and also Elli Maggi and Bara, but this Elli who´d been raised by his grandparents in Kopavogur is quite an extraordinary
guy, especially imaginative and humorous.



    Under his right name, Magnus Gudmundsson he´s become world-famous for his struggle against so-called whale-lovers (Greenpeace) and with his documentaries he has been able to expose them as vicious circles and private companies of a few reckless speculators.


    He´s enjoyed various honours for his work, and was chosen 'Man of the Year' in Japan.


    The new guest gets himself a glass in the kitchen
and fills it with the magical drink from the large demijohn up on the kitchentable.


    Then he takes a seat on a stool between Gardar and Svenni, who also have come to help the owner emptying his demijohn.


    The party´s getting very merry and humorous and doesn´t become duller in any way, when Birkir´s younger brother Bjarni arrives, a guy who´s quite an excellent man of the mood, who laughs in such a way with all his large body that it trembles and infects others.


    Along with him came another villager, Eirikur
who´s not a worse party-man, even though he´s only half his size.


    The local jokes are flying, making the guests rolling allover in the unexampled fits of laughter, especially when stories about Benjamin the
janitor get brobbed.


    The janitor of the junior high and the stories about
him have become very popular locally, going from house to house and classes to classes.


    He´s been a boozer for a long time and often been the source of new funny stories.


    Intoxicated talking he usually puts his right hand under his cheek beeing very gibberish in a very special way, locally called brobbing and he himself Brobbi.


    One popular story, which Eiríkur brobs:


    -As the local correspondant for the Morgunblad Benjamin reports to the newspaper by telephone in a very grave mood, when he describes a great tempest, which had gone over the village overnight:


    At four o´clock this morning, when I awoke at seven the weather´s quite...


    The brobbing has become a school-dialect, which only a few outside the school understand.


    When the pupils are having fun one and everyone tries his or her best brobbing the janitor´s stories with various results of course, but it doesn´t matter.