At the front of the queue when nicknames were being given out.

[davywavy]

I tend to go through distinct interests and phases in my reading material. When I was a student I went through a phase of reading the books which 'everyone has heard of but nobody you know has ever read', like War and Peace or Crime and Punishment. Later I got into Japanese literature - started by Yukio Mishimi but moving onto others like Junichiro Yanizaki, Natsume Soseki and the Japanese stylings of Amelie Nothomb.

More recently I've been reading my way through the Norse and Icelandic sagas - Njals Saga, The Vinland Sagas, Hrolf Kraki, and I've just started reading The Saga of Grettir the Strong which opens with the fantastic line:
There was a man named Onund, the son of Ofeig Clumsyfoot, who was the son of Ivar Horse-Cock.

I tell you - if your name is going to be remembered for a thousand years, there are worse reasons for it to happen.

Comments

[mrmmarc.livejournal.com]

Ivar, of course, gave himself his own nickname.
his MATES called him Ivar SmallEgoButAnExplosiveTemper, while the rest of the community called him twat behind his back.

Trust me,

yours
marc Massivegenitals

[davywavy.livejournal.com]

I'm sure that is as you say, Marc Horse-Cock.

[applez.livejournal.com]

I'm sure he had his share of difficulties (http://slatev.com/player.html?id=1428675764), ahem. Probably less pronounced in his rape-and-pillage era though.

Incidentally, Slate betrays ignorance of mead (http://www.slate.com/id/2184361/) - whose main problem is its AWFUL TASTE! ;-)