What else do I need? Trusty guitar, table to doodle on, and bog-ready laptop whence to bore y'all ... bliss.  

Guitar in the foyer (note my dad's ceremonial dress sword *and* samurai blade from his service with BAAG in the Far East)  

Guitar in the sitting room 

The guitar that saw me thru umpteen years' busking ... in noble settings (and yes, that bust is *moi*, aged some ridiculous number like 7) 

Sula Da Rula

Luncheon, and S whips up an hors d'oeuvre of local delicacies 

Genuine Greek nosh as prepared by the inimitable Sula 

Web Opening Hours

Trust Government to set up opening/closing hours for the web - Monday-Saturday, 07:00-12 Midnight UK .

Next thing, trades unions for those poor tired servers? Amazon open 9-5, Monday-Friday?

Sergeant Pepper Who's Who

Instant reference to all those folks on the Pepper cover. Very clever.

CON-dolences

Why am I not surprised?

Rumsfeld using a machine to sign his heart-feld letters of sympathy to bereaved service families.

Fag Five

Boy, it's good to be hors des'Etats Unis and run a headline like that ...

I find a kiosk off Capodistriou and ask for a pack of Papastratos 5 ("numero pende"). The man looks blank and holds up a pack of puny pathetic 1.

I nod and pay and assume the good old throat wrenchers of yore have dissolved in the smoke of political correctness.

I look at the pack itself: gone is the proud name of Papastratos and in its place, the name "Assos".

Black bordered text advises me that, "To kapnizma borei na skotosei."

That's all very well, chum ... THen peerazee, and all that ... but, more to the point, boro na ekho ena stakhtoTHokheeo? (Where *is* that Saskia babe when I need her?)

A little digging and hacking and I learn that Homer's chosen gasper was bought out by none other than Philip Morris.

Oh woe! Banish the lyre! Sing not of the downfall of famèd Centaur Eurytion in the house of brave Peirithous during that fateful visit to the Lapithae!

Accursèd be the 15th day of October ~ Ass'o's, indeed.

Cave Canem

Curses! Foiled!
Sam the Sham has seen thru my carjacking designs - as has "Blunkett" the cyclops cat who's taken the added feline precaution of perching on the bonnet.  

Cutting my losses, I resort to skilful feints and decoys to lure the hounds into a false sense of security as I double round to filch mama's dinky voiture for a promenade round downtown Kondokoli ....  

Try as I might to get the dogs together, they are like raptors in their agility and cunning not to be bamboozled à deux 

Thanks to the dogs' habit of always doubling up and never 'bunching', I find the house all but impregnable in my efforts to sneak up like a thief in the night. 

Man of the Soil

Just outside the manorial gates, me working on a space into which cars can pull to let each other by. Was intended to be impressive surprise for The Brother as he swept in from the airport ...

Action hoe!