Thursday 9 April 2015

Party time...

A few of the reprobates.
 The major event of this week has to be without a shadow of doubt Ricky's fiftieth birthday party at Octopuses Garden in Lefkas town.  Best party we've been to for many a long time.  Of course that may be because no one likes us and thus it was the only party we've been to for many a long time but I prefer the former version.  It was a great evening of random entertainment and copious quantities of food and wine with some great characters there to make the evening go with a bang.
We're only here for the beer Wine!

The remnants of the shantymen, 

Ricky cuts the cake, I wouldn't trust him with a knife!
 Fortunately the weather stayed fine for us so we didn't have to build some sort of survival shelter out of old pack-a-macs and the odd occasional barn which someone may have found in the street.  Instead it was alfresco dining under a myriad tea lights and although the night air was cooling it was not as bad as we have had in the last few days so we are grateful for that.
Guess what, it's another rendition of Bohemian Rhapsody. 

After all had been eaten and drunk and the shanties had been sung and of course Tommy's first rendition of the evening of Bohemian Rhapsody had been completed, accompanied I'm ashamed to say, by myself and a couple of other ne're do wells, the action moved inside to the dance floor.

Of course the more athletically capable of the guest indulged in something akin to limbo dancing whilst picking a cardboard box from the floor, however this dominated the space and presently gave way to dancing of a more conventional type.  Well, I say conventional, however, someone (I think it may have been Anna) appealed to my semi inebriated consciousness, which in turn had a quick word with my grey matter, which in turn sent the message back that in fact I could dance.  Radical departure from reality quickly followed as Les Travolta enters the arena with great expectation, well at least in me head.  No I didn't go arse end up on the floor but neither has my ability improved one iota in the intervening thirty years since I last tried to dance.  This didn't stop me though because as most males know when you are "in drink" the gap between perception and reality is really none existent.   Anyway, we enjoyed it hugely as I'm sure everyone there also did, so many thanks to "Bagpuss" for putting on a splendid bash.

Wild flowers on the way to Assos.
Today we have been back to Assos to see out Greek family Giorgos and Mantha.  As usual they were really pleased to see us and we had a lovely few hours there with them we took them some Easter gifts and also came away with copious fresh produce in return.  It's really sad to see how poor these people who depend on a none tourist mainly rural lifestyle are now with little or no sign of any improvement in the offing but they are still generous to a fault.  Good luck to em all we say and Kalo Paska ( Happy Easter) to everyone in Greece, belated so for the people in none Orthodox Christian places.

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