Wednesday, 14 December 2016


“Study hard, or you won’t get a good job,” threatened his teachers.
“Behave, or you won’t get any Xmas presents,” nagged his mother.
But Sambo didn’t care about an ordinary job. He couldn’t give tuppence about pleasing Santa, Nick, or Father Christmas. Sinterklaas was the one that he aimed to impress.

His plan worked beautifully. Sambo was kidnapped on Christmas Eve, never to be seen again. Now he lives in Northern Scandinavia, works one day a year, and lives it up from January to November with the other naughty boys. With their darkened skin, their own mothers wouldn’t recognize them.

Friday, 9 December 2016

The Scream

Edward liked to munch on sweets. He wished he lived near Willy Wonka's factory, but in his part of the world there were fjords.

It's cold in Norway, especially in winter. And so when Edward set off to the local dairy to buy himself a cone he wasn't worried that it would melt.

They had a new flavor in the shop — a kind of mixed berry sludge. But when he sank in his teeth he discovered he had a painful cavity. 

Edward painted a picture of the experience. He called it: I scream, you scream, we all scream for ice-cream.