It is thorsday.
That means vikings.
These are not vikings, but they are burly dudes with no shirts on and ugly faces, which is already way more viking than most things. Except those cast iron little black teapots. For some inexplicable reason, those exude a powerful air of vikingness. I was pouring my tea this morning and I could hear the distant echo of a thousand nordic men shouting in unison and the clang of steel on steel.
Although that might just have been the neighbor waking up. He's one noisy dude.
Reference from Marcus Ranum who takes neat pictures of people in various states of undress.