The Froth

Charlie’s Angel: Full Throttle

31. August 2005

In a previous post I was declaring my total disgust at being treated like a food writer and/or a chef. I was going to show the magazine people who’s boss and wouldn’t succumb to their sick appetites. My loud NO shook the editor so hard he sent the photographer to my place last night to [...]

Food among the ruins

29. August 2005

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From up: Fleamarket, Plaka, Plaka, my favourite blue house, and something on a wall Blondie, M., Tassos and me are going out to lunch in a while. It’s a place in the Fleamarket where you sit among the antiques, well, let’s face it, not antiques, mostly old stuff nobody wants, and eat really nice food and [...]

Soppy post

28. August 2005

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A shell my sister found and the sky today It is so good sitting here in the veranda and working in the night breeze. Somehow, working on a Sunday night doesn’t seem that awful now that I have my earphones on and listen to my favourite songs while researching a boring article on e-learning I have [...]

Ya No

27. August 2005

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I went to my sister’s last night. It is always good there, because my sister gives me food, drinks, books and CDs. This time I took home Ian McEwan’s Enduring Love, an anthology of love poems of the Spanish Language and a Miles Davies CD collection. I read Saturday sometime in spring and liked it, [...]

First day of autumn

26. August 2005

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Could this be the first day of autumn? Could awful summer be coming to an end? Does this amazing rain today, mean that everything is going to get fresher, more colourful, greener? I hope so, this summer, more than ever. I am writing this from my new premises: Starbucks. It is impossible for me to [...]

Mushroom cloud

25. August 2005

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People have had to make sacrifices for work in the past. Joan of Arc had to have that awful haircut, Prince Charles had to marry Diana, etc. But the things I am being asked to do for work, are getting out of hand. People from the magazine called again and started making questions about [...]

And that my friend, is closure

24. August 2005

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This is Loukas, blondie’s dog and a good friend of mine too. The photo has nothing to do with what follows, but I figured it would help me avoid complaints about melancholic posts. About seven years ago, my then best friend had found a new job and I had moved in with M. We had [...]