Girlfriends night out

Last night was a night out with the girlfriends. It was magnificent, it reminded me of old days in Athens. We spoke about men, marriage and Hugh Grant... The mention of the latter made them start to have hallucination. The Natassaki (in Greece the diminutive suffix -aki is quite popular among women, gives a sense of tea and sympathy and probably it has replaced the old suffix -oula) was quite captivated by him. The host of the conversation the naughty Rits who was trying to calm us down including herself because the temperature was starting to be elevated. The time was passing and the conversation was going on and on, in the other 'window' the Brainy So-Far was asking me why I am not writing so often... Maybe my english adopted reservation or avoiding dependence! This was my virtual night out with the girls. I was lying down to the sofa with my laptop and next to me Johnny in the opposite sofa with his laptop and at the same time he was watching Jeremy Paxman to sneer at his guests –he is one of these old-style Don-presenters of the BBC, who has lost touch with reality(according to me of course, the rest probably adore him because of this “sneering” behaviour). Johnny asked me why I am so concentrated on my laptop and what I am writing so fast. I wanted to say we speak about you darling and your compatriots but he seemed quite annoyed because I was not watching to the programme he chose to watch!“I have a night out with the girls darling” I said to him. I think I need to have a look again in this old book by Aldous Huxley “The brave new world”!

Frieze Art Fair

We managed to arrive quite early at the coolest fair in Town the "Frieze art fair" in London. The crowd is totally different from those of music concerts. Maybe the slogan could be "show me the money" rich people, collectors, dealers and more... The British dressed down and the Europeans dressed up. The majority of galleries are based in London and New York. As always I managed to spot the only gallery from Athens "The Breeder" in the region of Psyri. "Aha darling Johnny I found it" and of course I went to find my compatriot. Johnny, of course, dissapeared. Very embarrasing for him my enthusiasm to talk to every single Greek person I meet. The compatriot was exactly the figure I was expecting to see in whatever concerns the colour complexion and dimension! I congratulated him and wishing him success looking with doubt the big cross made by rusty rail tracks. To whom he will sell it, I don't know. But it is art after all!

Sophocles versus Shakespeare

Upset upset upset! Horrid criticism in the English newspapers against Greece,the Greeks... about the fires! Go downstairs, Johnny is diving into the newspapers...More angry grrrrrrrrrr...... Sit down next to him saying with a pompous style "Johnny darling, do you know Sophocle's is better than Shakespeare?" Thinking this will divert the subject of the conversation in favor of me and the Greeks (actually, between us, dear reader, I believe it and I have strong arguments)
Johnny was totally focused on his newspaper and muttered gently "Bravo Sophocles" meaning "do not disturb me"
Feel helpless, angry... about the fires my tribe and Johnny.Ggggrrrrr...

To say the truth, I am never sure about Johnny's reactions. Every other day I discover something new about him and his habits. And I am suspecting this is the same, the other way around. He taps the side of his nose with his finger to show to me, he masters the subject he is talking about ,and I think he is suffering from nose's allergy. I heightened my eyebrows to indicate "No" and he thinks that I am surprised with his question!