The Froth

Any mushrooms I can hide under?

11. October 2008

We are looking for a house. It has been revelatory, if not apocalyptic. For one, all flats look the same. Same tiles in the bathroom, same colours in the kitchen, except for the one with the pink walls that would have made a lucrative brothel. I swear there was one with not a single straight [...]

The Tearrorist attack

9. January 2008

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Where Dark Lord Sauron shakes the ground There was a big earthquake here in Greece a couple of days ago and it was felt in Italy and Malta too, or so Reuters said. It was 6.5 on the Richter scale and lasted for 10 seconds. That’s years in earthquake time. Nobody was hurt, because although that [...]

Me Tarzan You Jane

14. July 2006

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“What would happen if a fairy touched you with her magic wand and turned you into a man, and your man into a woman? Would you still be together?” she asked me. She is a friend of a friend and we were discussing gender issues over dinner last night. She has a Phd in [...]

More than a water bottle

9. July 2006

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Epiphanies come at the most unexpected moments. One came for me when I was 20 and on holiday with my then friends. The three of us were sharing a room and a fridge. Writing my name on my water bottle was frowned upon as definitely not the cool thing to do. [...]

Hung Fashions

30. May 2006

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He prefers briefs There is this annoying family that lives upstairs. Among other things, they always hang their clothes so loosely that many socks especially, land on my kitchen balcony. Today I heard a horrible noise. Someone was banging the balcony rail with a broom stick. I looked up and there he was, the annoying neighbour, [...]

Protected: I am not gone yet

17. April 2006

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Nosferatu: A true story

12. April 2006

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When I was 19 I was a Goth, because at that time, a sunny outlook on life wasn’t hip enough. I wasn’t a very scary Goth, at least outwardly. I was just your regular, clad in black, angst ridden, melodramatic Goth. My friends were other Goths and we would all listen to Sisters of Mercy [...]