The long, dark tea-time of my broken foot
If there was a 50´s tv show about my family and the family of a friend next door, relative to strictness, it would have been called "The Ying´s and Yang´s".

My parents were great. Allowing me to explore and learn from my own mistakes (most lessons had a fair amount of bruising), whereas my friend next door had parents with the proverbial stick up one´s rectum.

I grew up in a semi rural area of Iceland and just outside the neighbourhood is this mountain, about 1000 metres high. One febuary morning in ´89, me and two friends, one of which with the parental nazis, were pretty bored. Guess that there were no redheads to make fun of that day. So we decided to take a stroll up the aforementioned mountain. Seemed like such a good idea: overcast clouds, windy, temerature at minus 5 degrees celsius and me wearing jeans, wellingtons and a single layered jacket. Genius.

When we were about half way up we came across a problem. There was this large band of ice-layered snow on one side and ragged cliffs on the other, obstructing our path towards a glorious moment at the summit. So either we´d climb across the snow, or challenge the cliffs. It never occured to us to give up mountaineering on this "fine" day, so we decided to take on the snow thing. Now, my mates were both wearing steel toed boots so they got across without much problem, but me and my wellingtons got stuck, with about 5 metres to go. I was pretty scared at that time, but didn´t want to loook like a wimp to my mates so I pressed on, and promtly lost my grip. Gravity did the rest. I came to a stop at a large rock about 20-30 meters below and when i raised my left foot I noticed that it had a peculiar 45° angle at the shin. Screaming etc.

So, my friends came down and gave me a bollocking for crying. I showed them my twisted leg, and their response: "It´s not broken". I pleaded to them to help me up, but to no avail, no sir. My friend (parental stickamagik) said that he couldn´t help because he was late for tea-time at home, and his parents would spank him if he´d come in late.
The other one left because he´s a cunt!

So they went on down and I was there sans-sherpa on a mountain with a broken leg.
Then the obligatory blizzard arrived and i decided that I had to leg it (pun pun pun), so I crawled down that mountain to a small farm, and they gave me a lift to the ER.

I later found out that my friend enjoyed his tea-time, enjoyed it so much in fact, that he came over to my house afterwards with a cake for my parents. Not uttering a single word that their son was injured on a mountain in a blizzard, even when my mum asked him where I was. Cunt!

That was the last day I spoke to him (and the other cunt), last I saw of him was when he was dismissed on a local dating show about 2 years back (the girl told him he was "uninteresting").

Lenght? Yea. cock joke.
(snordfjord Cranky...like a crank!, Wed 14 Mar 2007, 12:57, Reply)