The Froth

Yes indeed, some days are just right. This morning I went to David Hockney’s exhibition in Benaki Museum with my sister Penny and Sylvia. I didn’t go crazy with his work although I am sure I am just ignorant. Ok, I liked the fairy tale inspired etchings, but the rest, honestly did they take him more than 10 minutes? My sister kept asking me if the artist was gay! How would I know? Just because he had made some male nudes based on Kavafi’s poetry. Then we had coffee at the museum. It was nice. The light, the shadows, the coffee were perfect and my sister and Sylvia were hilarious. If I were a man I would fall in love with them both. Now, erm, not so much. Penny suggested going to Hilton’s Galaxy bar and I said no, let’s go to Grande Bretagne or King George and Sylvia said why don’t we go to Fresh, a new hotel. Finally we got on the dirty train and went to Kifisia to have another coffee at Vartsos like proper old ladies. We went window shopping and I saw the best shoes, so lovely, high heeled sandals. Luckily the shops were closed. We didn’t want to return home –I certainly didn’t and I tried to stay some more but my feet betrayed me- so we returned to Plaka and went for lunch at Noodle Bar and Tasos joined us. At this point there isn’t much I can write because I can’t remember what the others had, certainly some kind of animal. We returned home with Penny who has been sleeping here since M. left for his little Thelma and Louise adventure with Joe.

Penny made these sketches to prove that Hockney is useless. They are almost identical to his etchings, she says.  Now I am going to watch Wings of Desire for the 100th time. Sometimes, when I really adore a movie, I simply put it on and go every ten minutes and watch a little and then come back to my desk, relieved that I still remember everything. Oh, may I say something else that happened yesterday, another right day? I bought a top (white one) and a skirt (khaki) and a lip gloss and they forgot to charge me for the skirt. A perfect gift? Yes, yes, yes, but I deserved it because I have been a good girl all week. All my life really.

I need to add something here, although this blog is identical to the greek one. Well, because the audience of this blog has drastically diminished –from one person to zero- I have decided that maybe I have better things to do than translate my nonsense in English. So I think I am going to stop this. If I get angry mails from fans all over the world, I promise, I will start over. To my Greek friends and family who want to pass of as foreign readers, your spelling mistakes won’t get you very far, I am warning you.