I'm related to Sven or Sweyn of the Forked Beard...his Father was Harald Bluetooth and his son was Cnut the Great...

But I'm not getting above myself...honest. Sven's history is comprised of if's, but's, and maybes...with everyone instisting their version is the correct one so I read a little and decided it was so long ago that facts probably don't matter too much. One version says he was Pagan through and through and another says he founded churches in his native Denmark and was baptised...some say he died in exile, others say he died in battle.

What is certain is that he wore his beard in a deliberate and ornate 'fork' and may well have also dyed it blue with Woad as was the fashion among the Danes of his time. His beard recieves much attention from an historian of the day who devoted time describing Svens appearance...

From what I can gather he married a Polish woman...now that does appear to be unlikely but strange things happened back in 900's.

The Danes braided their beards as well and decorated them with small items of jewellery...as well as dying them different colours using dyers herbs. It's odd in a way that we know what those men from so long ago looked like...but can't be certain when they married or to whom or how many children they had...maybe the diarists and writers concentrated upon their appearance simply because they didn't look like the average Englishman.

I didn't find anyone else who was beheaded today...many who died in obscure battles though and I'm finding my head is getting completely stuffed with useless information...like the braided beards, and yet not retaining one mite of information about why the battles were fought or between whom...

Which brings me...in an odd way...to when I found Harald Bluetooth was a distant relative of someone who's tree I was researching...she said 'oh' when I told her and after I'd sent her great loads of paperwork, never contacted me ever again...

I was reminded of this girl when I read a lengthy explanation on Facebook this morning from a person who is sorting out his contacts list...he's knocking off anyone who never contacts him and I wanted to scream...loudly. Because he is the very worst offender...if there is one thing which truly gets right up my nose it is those people who plead undying friendship and then drop you like the proverbial hot cake...if you are never going to read whatever I've written...never going to make any comment whatsoever...never going to express any opinion...then why in heavens name do you decide you want to be 'my friend'...?

Anyone who has read maybe half a dozen of my blogs will know I veer between finding an ancestor who was beheaded, to waxing lyrical about the seasons, to telling all and sundry what an eejit Himself can be sometimes. If you read those blogs and thought...jeez, the womans mad, so she is...then that is grand. If you read those blogs and thought...interesting...I'd like to contect with her...then that is grand also. But don't plead everlasting love and friendship and then I never see hide nor hair of you ever again...

Social networking is much the same as having friends in the real world...you need to be able to share I suppose...need to be willing to give a little of yourself and to respond in a like manner to others...it's supposed to be an interaction.

Sorry...I've done a deal of complaining...it was remembering Harald Bluetooth and feckin Facebook that set me off...