eheheh we were in the dungeon in Nottingham and the tour guide was telling the story, and I can't remember exactly how she said it, but it was something along the lines of wanting to kill the king, without anyone knowing. So I was thinking to myself, 'well, at some point they will have to realize he's never around anymore' (thinking she meant they wanted to hide the fact that he was dead.)

Then all of a sudden, she's like, '...so they shoved a red hot poker up his rear end'.... and you could have heard a pin drop. And me, the dumb American in the crowd misinterpreted everyones shock, with confusion, so after a long dramatic pause, I asked the unmentionable - in a strong, reverberating, echoing, booming, voice - just to make sure the English was correctly translated into American...

<shocked voice>
"they didn't want anyone to know.... so they shoved a red hot poker up his ass!?!?!
</shocked voice>

...and it went down in infamy:)

AWESOME!

You know, there's actually a funnier thing that happened the same trip...

So I show up at nffc's new flat to meet the family.  I was still a dog sled driver back then, and it was kinda cold and shitty out and I had on my old red sledding jacket, complete with logos...



...so anyway, I walked through his door pretty much like that, only to encounter his young, big eyed daughter. He introduced me and told her that I was from America that I raced sled dogs.  

There was a brief pause - as she looked me over head to toe with such scrutiny that he and I actually glanced back and forth at each other looking for some sort of explanation from the other - before she finally turned to her father and said in the most matter of fact tone of voice...

"He's never going to win."