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May 20, 2010

Blood Lust

Filed under: Fantasy,Greece,Just Plain Silly — Tags: — lenko @ 10:39 am

I am a peaceable man.  I have no use for violence, except against politicans.  I abhor it especially when it is directed towards me.  I have been known to cross the road, just to avoid two old ladies bickering.

But now I am consumed with Blood Lust.  In full kill mode.  Compared to me, Ghengis Khan was a wussie, and Rambo made from blancmange.  I am spitting tacks.   Let me explain.

The place: my room in the little town of Lindos on Rhodes, where I have come to escape my creditors the English political scene.

The time: 2 am on a sweaty night in mid-May.

Dramatis PersonaeMyself, a desirably property in need of repair, with only a few careless previous owners.  And Godzilla, the name I have bestowed on an irritating and persistent female, currently preventing me from sleeping.  For three weary hours now, we have played a game of cat and mouse, or man versus mosquito, for such is the case.

My ankles and arms are already pock-marked with the bites she and her sisters have inflicted on me during the day.  Fair enough. We all have a living to make.  And I have plenty of blood to spare. But why must I also donate to the night-shift?

Every time I have closed my eyes to surrender to sleep — Tzzzz! — Godzilla has zipped past my ear, and I have jerked awake, hands flailing at her vapour trail.  Miles too late.

It is my ear-lobe blood she is after, of course.  Your ankle blood is all very well, if you like that sort of thing.  And you can keep your ordinary wrist-blood plonk.  Ear-lobe blood is the good stuff, the vintage stuff, the Mother’s milk of blood.

After three hours, all thoughts of knitting up the ravell’d sleeve of care suddenly vanish.  Tne big vein in my head is about to pop, the adrenaline of rage is barrelling through my veins, and I leap from bed, fighting mad.

Now begins a dual as old as Time.  The tables are turned, and the prey is now the predator.  Man the Hunter is in relentless pursuit of his quarry.

Death Before Dishonour!

Silently, in the far reaches of the night, we stalk each other around the room.  Me, with a rolled-up Telegraph, and Godzilla, flitting noiselessly from wall to wall, proboscis at the ready.

My tormenter lands on a whitewashed wall, and sits there, taunting me.  I advance casually, crabwise, trying to look as if I was hailing a taxi, the Telegraph poised for a back-hand flick.

Tableau.   And then…

Thwack!

Like a coiled cobra I strike. The building resounds. The noise is picked up by several earth-quake monitoring stations.

But… there is no tell-tale smear on the wall. The Telegraph likewise is still pristine.  Where is the body?  Habeas , as they say, Corpus ?

A quick search reveals nothing.  No tiny corpse. No arms and legs torn apart.  But a sudden flash of movement reveals Godzilla, flying in lazy circles at a cruising altitude of eight feet, and laughing as she flies.

The hunt begins again.  Man versus mosquito, as it has always been since the first proto-mosquito, Mosquito Rex, crawled from the primeval swamp.  (Can this be right? Ed .)

A dozen times my Telegraph flashes rapier-like towards its deadly prey.  A dozen times the lightning reflexes of the predator save it from the jaws of death.

Finally, battle fatigue takes its toll on both sides.  Godzilla retreats to a secret lair which all my searches fail to find.  And I, exhausted from the rigours of battle, lie on the bed, eyes scanning the ceiling, rolled-up paper in hand, poised for action.

Watchful.  Ever vigilant…

Asleep.

Waking abruptly at seven, a hasty review of the battle ground reveals nothing.  Godzilla is either in hiding or has flown in search of other prey.

But there — just there  — on my ear-lobe, is a trickle of blood, where the anaesthetising stinger has pierced the skin and Godzilla has drunk her fill.

As I examine the wound in the mirror, a tiny form rises in the air before my eyes, like a Harrier jump-jet.  It is Godzilla, her body swollen with my blood, gloating.

Without conscious thought I clap my hands together, flattening my torturer between them.  Opening my hands, there is only a bright red smear to show where Godzilla once existed.

The blood lust is over now, the killing fever gone.  The smell of death is in the air.  And honour is satisfied.  Both combatants have spilled the blood of the other.

But Godzilla is no more.

And Man — Man the Hunter  — lives on.

April 27, 2010

PIGS Begin to Tumble

Filed under: Greece — Tags: — lenko @ 11:26 pm

That’s the economic PIGS we’re talking about –  Portugal, Italy, Greece and Spain.  And the hardly unexpected news today that Standard and Poor  — a credit rating agency — have just downgraded Greece’s credit rating.

Greek Police in AthensWhat this means is that nobody wants to lend any more money to the Greeks, not even at colossal interest rates.  That’s it.  No more.  Finis.  It’s equivalent to having your credit cards cancelled.

Now there is likely to be no money in the Greek piggy bank to pay wages and other bills, because like all of us, they have been living on credit.  Which will lead to demo’s and violence in the street, and a HUGE series of severe cuts in public spending.  There is a big risk that they will be forced to default on repayments of their national debt.  Which in turn will hurt the banks they owe that debt to.  Which includes our  banks, which we have already bailed out once.

Standard and Poor have also downgraded PortugalSpain will probably be next.  Then maybe Italy.  A slow-motion series of tumbling domino’s is happening before our very eyes. 

A package of help worth 45 billion Euro’s (not enough according to Goldman Sachs)  is/was being arranged to bail Greece out, but Germany (who have been sensible enough to keep out of trouble) are saying that if their  portion is going to Greece, they want certain commitments.  Like all those savage spending cuts we were talking about just a moment ago.  Go back to step one.

Germany (and others) are suggesting that Greece should leave the Euro, at least temporarily, before all the financial earthquakes actually bring an end to the Euro.  .  The Daily Moaner is not clever enough to know what the Greeks use for money then.  Go back to drachma’s?  A meeting to discuss it is arranged for May 10th.  Your editor flies out to Greece on May 12th, and what he will find is anyone’s guess.  Will he be able to return?  Suppose my airline is unable to pay Greek airport taxes?  What happens then?  Do they hold us to ransom until the bill is paid?

Why is all this important?  Because although we are not in the euro, Britain is standing in the queue, sort of.  Our national debt is so high, it cannot be seen with binoculars.  We are running an annual deficit which adds to the debt every second.  And not one of the main political parties really wants to talk about it.  They believe if they told us the whole truth, they wouldn’t get elected.  Let’s all pretend it’s not happening.  Translation — they are putting party before country.

You are being asked to vote for gutless bastards.  But then — you knew that already.

April 23, 2010

Greece, the Musical.

Filed under: Greece — Tags: — lenko @ 2:01 pm

Or actually, no — not the musical. That was just to lure you in.

Three weeks from now, your hunky editor will be lazing under a Greek sun, surrounded by adoring females, all anxious to slather his body with sun-tan oil.  This is a nuisance, but someone has to do it.  Or possibly being ferried around the Islands by Miss Fifi LaBelle, his glamorous chauffeuse.

Until now, a slight cloud on the horizon was that Greece, having spent all the drachma’s from days gone by, have now also spent all the Euro-thingies they had saved up in their trapeza  (Greek for piggy-bank), and one couldn’t be entirely certain that Euro-thingies would still be accepted there.  Thus there was a danger that those delicious chocolate crepes  wouldn’t be available.  Or the adoring females.  We’re sure that you sympathise.

But now, news has just arrived via  Anna Raccoon that Mr Papan Pappdre the Greek Prime Minister has just graciously agreed to accept billions of these Euro’s, which the EU and the IMF were pleading with them to take.

So that’s alright then.  Your editor’s holiday has been saved (volcano’s permitting), chocolate crepes  are back on the menu, ditto adoring females, Greece can write cheques again, and Daily Moaner readers will have nothing to read from May 12th through to May 27th.  UNLESS — we can figure out how to post articles in advance, or find an internet cafe.

March 31, 2010

1066 B.C. and All That — Greek Mythology

Filed under: 1066 BC,Greece,History — Tags: , — lenko @ 2:25 pm

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A Surfeit of Gods:

These days we only have one God, due to sucessive cut-backs over the ages, though He has three different guises. These all look completely different, except for the Holy Ghost who is invisible.

Dionysus

Bored... Drunk

But Ancient Greece was overflowing with gods. Goddesses too, and many junior, assistant gods.  Much of the time they were pretty bored, just hanging around Mount Olympus, doing Rude Things and knocking back ambrosia.  A bored and drunken god might take human form, or turn himself into a swan or a ram, and then go out in the Greek countryside and cause trouble.  This was a Bad Thing.

The most important god, the head god,  was the god Zeus, a sort of Ancient equivalent to Gordon Brown.   Zeus was born on several different mountains, though not all at the same time.  He was married to various goddesses, ladies, etc and had numerous bits on the side.  The Sun and the Mirror would have loved him even more than Katie and Peter.

Zeus had many affairs, and wasn’t too fussy about what sex they were, or whether they were his sisters, which is Not Very Nice.  In fact, he wasn’t always bothered if they weren’t even human, which is strictly forbidden by the Sexual Offences Act 2003.

Zeus never went out without his thunderbolts, which he would throw around when he was in a bit of a mood.  Nowadays, this would earn him an ASBO, or a terrorism conviction.  He was also fond of turning people who upset him into rocks, tortoises, eagles and in one case, mountains.  Like Gordon Brown, he was in desperate need of anger-management classes.  This was another  Bad Thing.

Many of the other gods and goddesses were assigned to look after various aspects of Greek life and culture, much like our Cabinet Ministers though more efficient.  Aphrodite looked after love and beauty, and Athena was responsible for wisdom, an area not covered in our present culture.  Ares was minister god of War.  Try to imagine Bob Aynsworth as the god of War.  It’s impossible.

Thingies:

Apart from gods, there was an assortment of other beings, which lay in wait for the unwary traveller, and wary ones too.  These were the Thingies, and consisted of Furies and Gorgons, Naiads and Dryads, and Harpies and Harmans.  The Thingies were eventually superceded by Batman and other super-heroes. 

Harpy

A Harpy Attacks a Hero

Many of these beings were Not Nice At All, like modern-day females who want to Ban Everything.  But modern historians have theorised that these females were just at the wrong time of the month.  Other theorists insist that the female monsters are just myths based on mosquito’s stinging a hero on his bare buttocks.  Or worse.

Apart from the female Thingies, there were hundred-handed giants, satyrs, and centaurs. The centaur had the top half of a horse on the bottom half of a man, and was not a Pretty Sight.  There was also a Cyclopes,  a bad-tempered creature with only one eye, which has no equivalent in modern — oh… wait!

All of these Thingies specialised in leaping out and doing unimaginable things to people, which we are not able to print here, as they are unimaginable.

Heroes:

Naked Hero

Nothing Much to Write Home About

As if all the above was not enough, there was also a multiplicity of heroes, so numerous that even Wikipedia cannot sort them out.  Many of these heroes were simply people who Had Not Learned a Trade, and were forced to earn a living by Slaying Things. (On the other hand, they may simply have been mass-murderers).

Heroes are usually portrayed in Art and Statuary as being naked, as the going rate for Slaying Things was not always good, and clothes were expensive.   (Going out naked is also forbidden by the Sexual Offences Act 2003).  Naked heroes were also, according to my sister, Nothing Much to Write Home About either.  However, a really sucessful hero could, if he played his cards right, gain promotion and become a god himself.

Some sucessful heroes (or possibly mass-murderers) are Theseus, Heracles, and Jason and the Argonauts, an early Greek bouzouki band.  They all had many completely unbelievable adventures, much like Indiana Jones.

Bribery:

All the above gods etc were open to a bit of bribery, much like the modern Church, where we place our bribe into a collection plate.  In Ancient times, the bribe took the form of a sacrifice, and early Greeks liked nothing more on a weekend than a bit of  barbecuing sacrificing to their favourite god, which they thought would bring them luck.

Mostly they would sacrifice an animal, possibly a chicken or next door’s cat.  Or sometimes, a sheep or a goat, though some Greek men like to keep the prettiest ones back. 

But in times of trouble, the Greeks would sacrifice virgins, when they were in season.  Though any quick-witted virgin could avoid this fate by claiming that Zeus had got in first, during the night, and deflowered her.  Even if she was secretly still flowered.

Eventually, after hundreds of years, these practices died out, just before virgins became extinct. The Ancient Greeks slowly evolved into Modern Greeks, due to Darwin. We owe the Greeks a lot. But they owe us a lot more.

Although technically conquered by the Romans, their culture triumphed and they continued to flourish right up to modern times, when they joined the EU.

We shall be taking a closer look at the Romans in the Next Chapter.  Possibly. After we’ve had a rest.

March 30, 2010

1066 B.C. and All That — Ancient Greece

Filed under: 1066 BC,Greece,History — Tags: , — lenko @ 7:38 pm

Before Modern Greece there was not-quite-so-modern-Greece, about which there are no books.  But before that , there was Ancient Greece, though of course the inhabitants did not realise that they were Ancient.  Although they lacked many modern conveniences, they had an advantage in not having to learn about us  at school. This saved a lot of time.

The women of that time wore long dresses and nice hair-styles, and mostly just lay about looking beautiful or doing the ironing;  while the men wore long white beards with matching long white robes, while they waited for the trouser to be invented.

The main occupation of the men was arguing with each other about Philosophy, and inventing the Triangle.  Sometimes this was done in their bathtubs, but mostly in the Senate, like modern-day America, though without the fillibuster.

There was another class of person, which was the Slave, who was used as a servant.  Slaves were allowed to have families and to own property, but had no other rights.  This was a Bad Thing.  Nowadays, we have outlawed Slavery, and just have Taxpayers.

It was the Greeks who invented the marathon, when Phipidides Piphidapeas a messenger ran to Athens with the news of the battle at Marathon.  He took two days, about the same as traversing London at rush hour, but then collapsed and died, because Pheidippides phelt  phucked.

These days in Britain, we do not have any History happening, just current affairs.  The Greeks though had lots of History, which was happening on a day-to-day basis.  Herodotus was the Father of History, though it is not known who the Mother was.

When they weren’t arguing with each other, the Greeks liked nothing better than a good War.  There were lots of Wars, even more than Bush and Bliar started.  The Greeks fought the Spartans and the Thracians and the Persians and many others. They just couldn’t get on with anybody.

Knossos

In those early times, the Ancient Greeks built mostly ruins, not having yet got the hang of erecting modern houses which would stand up. Most of these buildings (See left)  attracted many draughts, which went right up their robes.

The Greeks also liked to invent things like Mathematics, including pi which was named after Pi-thagoras.  Pi is a really hard sum which goes on forever.  It is also an irrational number and really needs anger-management classes.

As mentioned above, Pi-thagoras also discovered several species of Triangle.  But he spent his declining years in a fruitless search for the long-theorised left-angled triangle.

Congruent triangles

More Conguent Than Others

It is awesome to think that the Triangle has hardly changed at all, from that day to this — though Orwell proclaimed that some Triangles are more congruent than others.

They also made important advances in medicine, astronomy, art, literature, science, and other things, being general all-round clever-clogs; though not, of course, as intelligent as Stephen Fry.

Whereas modern countries like the UK have politicians to rape and pillage them, early Greeks had to do make do with mythical beings which littered the countryside, causing general havoc and despair for the unwary traveller. Much like a modern railway. Which leads us neatly into the subject of Greek Gods and Goddesses.

But that will be covered in Chapter Two…   if we can be bothered.

March 29, 2010

Greece — An Introduction

Filed under: Greece — Tags: — lenko @ 2:29 pm

You may have heard recently that our friends in Greece are a bit hard up, ever since they fell into bad company and dropped their really nice drachma for the Euro funny money. 

They are struggling to get their budget deficit down to 8.7 percent of GDP. So last week, the lovely people in the EU decided to lend them the money, in conjunction with the IMF, even though the ECB disapproves.  There are many other sets of initials involved, but these are the main players.

Greek Warship

Greek Warship

France and Germany were at first quarrelling over whether the Greeks should be given this bail-out.  But then they suddenly remembered that they were trying to sell Greece some war-ships, helicopters and fighter aircraft. Whoops!  Silly them !  They had quite forgotten.  So now Greece will be given the money, so that they can spend it.

Will Britain be part of this bail-out?  Gordon Brown was able to answer that question with a resounding “No“.  Britain, not being in the Euro-zone, would not participate in the scheme.  Not one penny of taxpayers’ money would be wasted on rescuing the Greeks from their own folly.   Or — putting it another way — “Yes“.  Britain, being part of the IMF, would indirectly be coughing up.

Pooh Bear:

Lenko VillaA recent survey revealed that our readship, like Pooh Bear, are creatures of little brain, and will not understand the above incredibly complex economic story.  In an effort to make sense of it all, therefore, and to provide economic background, your editor has agreed (though reluctantly) to spend two weeks in Greece, staying in his luxury villa, this coming May.

The Daily Moaner would like to stress that this can — in no way –  be regarded as a holiday, consisting as it does of fourteen strenuous days of gathering information on current conditions, and interviewing a variety of women in bars and restaurants. And in possibly more… intimate… surroundings.

Whilst there, we shall be posting informative articles on different aspects of Greek life of interest to British readers, such as what types of bacon are available there, and what is the lager like?  Where are the best places for rent that overlook the sunbeds?  And are Greek bras easier to undo with one hand?

Oh yes — we shall also visit the tomb of the great patron saint of both journalists and politicians.  St Hypocrite.

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