Back from Greece!

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We’re back! Just spent a blissful, sun-drenched, quiet week in Oia, a small village in Santorini, one of the Greek islands. I thought it would be boring, but I quickly learned to love the routine of healthy fruity breakfasts followed by pretty much the entire day reading and listening to music while soaking up the sun on a lounger next to a pool. Yum.

We were the only same-sex couple at the hotel (which consisted of caves!) and the other guests were honeymooners, loads of Americans or well-to-do Europeans. All were very friendly, but more importantly, no one invaded anyone’s bliss-out space. A nice man gave us bottles of wine two days in a row! A delightful Popeye-like Austrian man and his Japanese wife and stunning daughter were cheerful neighbours! A super sexy French glamourpuss spent days nuzzling up to her new husband (we presumed); we loved her because she wore her high heels around the pool - just like telly!

The guests were generally low-key and friendly. Except for an Israeli guy who arrived the day before we left. On arrival, he sits down with his wife, makes his phone ring twice really loudly (loud phones were simply not done), makes a big fuss about his wife’s stomach being too sensitive for fruit juice out of a carton, then proceeds to demand chips instead of mashed potato - for his wife… Then he proceeds to solicit opinion on how unreasonable the (super-courteous) staff were re the chips. What a twat.

But anyway, it was a fabulous holiday and I’d do it again in a heartbeat. Back to London now, but New York City is beckoning…..

In the meantime, here is a Greek version of Nickelback’s hoary old ‘How You Remind Me’ sung by a disco lungsmith. And why not?

Download Ola Afta Pou Fovame by Alkistis Protopsalti (5MB).

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London… 5 days in…

I have been remiss in the blogaration, but that’s because I’ve been busy sleeping in, buying half of London (got those Nike+ things, they really work…), discovering my new favourite music/DVD shop ever (Fopp on Tottenham Court Road; I got Mew, Scritti, Sleepy Jackson, Various, Khonnor, Dntel, Martha Wainwright, Pet Shop Boys’ Minimal and an Atlantic Soul comp - salivate, Brian C!), applying ‘holiday skin’ in anticipation of a fleshfest at Brighton Pride and getting a no. 2 crop.

Yes, I am now without hair. It was time to bite the bullet and become a PowerBaldie rather than try to coax my thinning mop into covering the patch. I shall post pics later (much later, I’m getting the train to Brighton later and then to Greece on Tuesday!).

But now, to shake my stuff at the lovely seaside resort that is Brighton (and Hove).

Ciao for a couple of weeks!