Wednesday, March 30, 2005

I expect you to die mr. Bond




Please please please…
Make it an early April fool’s day joke.
Otherwise… it can’t be… It just can’t!!!

I read that Orlando Bloom got to be the new James Bond…
I mean, ok, he’s British but… let’s be sincere here ok?… If u take out the bows, the arrows, the white hair, the star trek-ish ears, and the Lord Of The Rings film set, he’s nothing than a skinny boy.
Handsome he is not… Charming? I’ll pass. Sexy? Yeah, I guess for Smash Hits & Bravo readers… Cool? As a cup of yesterday’s tea… Stylish? Oh, give me a break…
The guy’s just so… indifferent, that’s what he is.
So, if the producers of the next James Bond movie are reading this, I do have an alternative proposal…

What about me? Ok, I don’t have a native accent straight out of Oxford BUT…
· I did my military service in the Navy as well [ok, he’s a commander, I was just a sailor… whatever]
· I do drink vodka martini and yes I prefer it shaken not stirred, thank you
· I am the world’s greatest lover [recommendatory letters to be given upon request]
· I want to save the world as well
· I want to kill the bad guys
· I want to get the girl in the end
· I like Q’s gadgets
· I can raise my left eyebrow
· I look nice in suits
· I am taller and stronger than that Orlando bloke
· I am cheaper than that Orlando bloke [due to lack of film experience…]
· My real name is undoubtedly more camp than, let's say... Orlando Bloom [gosh!]
· I am 31 [that’s the actual James Bond age for forty years now, isn’t that right?]
· I like hanging out in casinos
· I can sing God Save The Queen and retain my respectful look
· I always wanted that bloody license to kill
· I have read the Ian Fleming’s books
· I have seen the George Lazenby movie
· I am not American
· I think John Barry is the greatest composer of the 20th century
· I want this real bad

So, what do you say mr. & mrs. Broccoli? Will you please comment this post with a nice professional proposition? I won’t drive a hard bargain, I promise…

Wednesday, March 23, 2005

celebrity profile




well... not exactly. it's just mine actually. after almost four months of constant blogging, I managed to write down some stuff about me. the original "about me" part was up to 10.000 words. all these months I was trying to edit it down to 1.200 characters... so, take a look. it may eliminate any chances I had you posting comments, but it's a de profundis confession...

Nah, u didn't believe that, did you? :-)

Monday, March 21, 2005

don't play that song

Ok, I know we have already established the new Stereophonics' album really rocks and stuff... but I haven't taken a moment to focus on the first single, "Dakota". It's an amazing song with a new wave-ish bass line, a steady beat and some great guitar licks throughout. But what's extraordinary about it is the sheer simplicity of the lyrics.

First of all, it begins with one of the greatest opening lines ever: "Thinking about thinking of you"... I mean... wow!!!! Yeah, it may seem stupid to you but... newsflash: stupid it is not - it's fucking awesome. He's not just thinking of her. He's thinking about him thinking of her. Because, obviously, that's a hard habit to break...

Now, I may be wrong, but I think this song is autobiographical and Kelly Jones recalls a relation ship he had when he was just the boy next door and not a well known pop star. And I think it's so touching that he really wants to know "why did it end?" after all those years. Because, you see, he obviously can have almost anyone he fancies now he's rich & famous. But, hell no, he understands that the essence and th truth lie beyond the filth & the fury...

Thinking about thinking of you
Summertime think it was June
Yeah think it was June
Laying back, head on the grass
chewing gum, having some laughs
Yeah having some laughs


It may seem boring and typical of me to write a post about a song and have the lyrics do the job instead of me thinking of something original to write but... d'ya get my point? If not... please go on. Give the next verse a chance...

You made me feel like the one
Made me feel like the one
The one


What's the point of being the ONE, if u r not the one for the person you really care about? I mean, you could say you are the best at what you are doing for a living, you can believe you are great at some kind of art, you can be at the top of the whole wide world but... is there really someone who makes you feel THE ONE? Because, you see, if that happens, then it means the other person is the one for you as well. If someone is in love with you and admires you but the feelings are not mutual, then he/she can't inspire you that. You don't give a toss if u r the one for someone who's not the one for you. Confused? Hope not... :-)

Drinking back, drinking for two
Drinking with you
And drinking was new
Sleeping in the back of my car
We never went far
Needed to go far


I don’t know where we are going now

And now he's ready to make the connection between his past life on the dole and the life on the road now...

Wake up call coffee and juice
Remembering you
What happened to you?
I wonder if we’ll meet again
Talk about us instead
Talk about why did it end


Got it? "wake up call, coffee and juice" - that's the morning after a gig. He wakes up in a hotel. They all start to look alike after a certain point in the middle of a continental tour. And he thinks of her.. He wants to meet. And talk. Face her again. Listen to her voice. See through her eyes. Why? Here comes your response again...

You made me feel like the one
Made me feel like the one
The one


So take a look at me now


Admit it. You're touched as well. And you 're left hoping one thing: if ever a love like that crosses your life... you won't let it slip away. Because everything resembles to be new then. And you want to go as far as possible. And even further...
Don't say I didn't warn you...

Friday, March 18, 2005

your job is prevention, but you just provoke



I’m still drunk. NB: I am not talking about your average hangover here. I am drunk. Period. Gin & tonic was my poison last night. Not much of a poison, I know. But if the dose is heavy enough… it does its tricks, trust me…
But it’s not that bad. I feel nice. I am listening to Stereophonics’ new album, “Language. Sex. Violence. Other?”. It’s fucking awesome. It took them some years and five albums but it looks like they might have made it: a great rock album. The first six tracks are amazing. The guitar playing, the roaring voice, the loud production, the funky rhythms, the masculine power, the sex of it… I was never a fan – on the contrary, I always considered them to be overvalued. Well… they proved me wrong, and I am happy for that, as I got a good record in my hands [and it’s been given to me for free in an excellent promo case ten days prior its official release – what more could anyone ask? :-) ]
However, the ‘Sonics are not our issue today. Today… we got no issue whatsoever. I am drunk so I can’t bother trying to sort myself out and come with original ideas. But I challenge you, if u like. Post a comment with something clever and I promise I will make a story out of it.
How about that?

Thursday, March 17, 2005

just press "send" you &*^%$#@!>


This is the photo I was supposed to publish in the previous post. But I still can't send the pictures I want to my own blog!!! And I am afraid it's not HELLO to blame. I only got myself... :-)

love in bright landscapes

Sometimes, fellow bloggers, soul mate bloggers or friends who happen to be co-bloggers can really make up for all the pen pals you never had when you were supposed to, as a kid. When I was at high school, I was urged to get as many pen pals from abroad as possible in order to make my English and French better. As you may understand from my poor vocabulary and lack of idioms I never did that. But that did not happen because I was bored to get stamps and seal envelops. I had some pen pals from all over the world but they bored me after the first letter or so. I think I was to blame. I was thirteen or so, the pen pals were a bit older but all of them were writing about things one was "expected" to write about. But I didn’t want to learn about their customs and ethics. I wanted to learn about their lives. Now, if I had wanted some travel information I would have picked up a tourist guide or something. Plus, they all seemed pretty immature to me and, you know, as a kid, you want to have a taste of the grown up life, so information about math and tulip gardens and bicycle wheels were not exactly my cup of tea. And I didn’t even drink tea at the time! :-) So I never sent back those letters. And so went off my so-called pals...

Back to 2005. I am no longer a kid [try to tell that without bursting into laughter please]. I am a well respected gentleman [ok, you are allowed to laugh a little here]. I have friends abroad but they’re not from mail correspondence. And, among other things, I have a blog. And it’s through that blog I came upon Dave & Jessica. They’re both from Brisbane, Australia. They’re both seventeen years old. Actually, Jess has just turned 17. Today is her birthday. HAPPY BIRTHDAY JESS!!! And this post is for them…

I have never met them, obviously. Most probably, I never will. I know a couple of things about their lives, though… And if something is to blame for that… blame our blogs. I was introduced to http://nomoremisternicejess.blogspot.com/ by Hardcore Arena who recommended it as the best and most addictive blog around. I found that to be kind of absurd as we all know the best and most addictive blog around is http://www.headoverhell.blogspot.com/… :-)
Nah, he was right. It was. And still is. Just pay a visit and you will understand why. It doesn’t have pictures. No earthquake-wise disclosure either. No links to obscure sites. No words of profound wisdom. No quotes from songs or books or movies or anything. It’s just Jess’ thoughts actually. And, no question about it, she’s a gifted personality, as it took me 31 years to be able to think the way she does. And, whisper it, she seems to be doing it [the thinking part] rather better…
And all her friends log in and write comments. And she has lots of friends who love her. And her family ties are strong. And although she is really really clever, she hasn’t even decided if she wants to go to college or not. But don’t mind my interpretations. You should go after the real thing. You may also read her opinions on abortion, career focusing, “popularity” issues at school, animal rights, sleeping in pool fences, coffee tables, freezers, stairs and comfortable floors as well as numerous other very interesting topics. And, apart from getting bored easily [well, I guess that goes along with intelligence] she seems to be one of the nicest persons I [don’t] know. She always has a good word for her friends, she’s always trying to avoid compliments, she’s happy when others are happy and still cannot understand why some people are not kind to other people…

And then, at the end of February she wrote
5 months today dave:) thankyou so much for everything. seriously, you have no idea how much you mean to me. i love you
Just that. Her shortest post. But what more should she have said? Yeah, it’s funny if you think about it. Five months. Five months don’t seem a long time, right? No one gives a toss about five-month anniversaries. Well, she did. She’s 17. She’s in love. And the lucky fellow is called Dave. But who is this Dave bloke anyway?

Those familiar with the minimal comments on my posts would already know Dave. Dave is obviously a guy who can appreciate a good blog as he’s a regular in mine. :-)
Seriously now, Dave is a student from Brisbane. Only he’s many other things as well.
From what I can understand, Dave is not your ordinary 17 year old boy. Sure, he likes loud music [whereas Jess is into Delta Goodrem and more mainstream stuff] and punk rock and Muse and Queens Of The Stone Age. He has a piercing which he is not allowed to wear at school. He’s also learning tae kwo do which says a lot about his personality [anyone who was ever into martial arts would know what I am talking about]. I haven’t understood yet if he plays an instrument but it’s certain that his friends have a band. You can read more about he and his mates in http://daveblogsitup.blogspot.com/.

Dave and Jess go to the same school, I assume. She noticed him because he’s kind of misfit. Outsider by choice. Out on his own. To quote him “he wonders a lot”. And when you do that at high school, you’re not exactly the king of the prom or the leader of the basketball team. But he stole Jess’ attention. And they’re together. A lovely couple, as you can see from the picture above.

I am afraid I cannot give you hot details about the first date, kiss etc. I know nothing about that. You see, thing is, they never write silly things about their relation ship on their blogs. They write lots of stuff but not THAT personal. And that makes the whole lot even better. Respect!!!

So, all you can do, if u really share my enthusiasm for these guys is to imagine things. Here’s what I imagine: Opposites attract. Jess is kind to everyone, has lots of friends, tight family ties, excellent grades at school and lots of guys after her. But she can’t bother – typical things bore her. She doesn’t want to do something just because she’s supposed to. Dave is the skinny kid in the schoolyard. He’s always ready to give a hard kicking to anyone silly enough to challenge him. He goes out with his friends, all dressed up like the guys in Blink 182 or Sum 41 or some other band with a number next to a three or five letter word. They drink beer, talk about music and girls, get drunk. But Dave wonders a lot. So he doesn’t exactly fit in. Sure, he can have fun as the next guy but he’s restless. He wants more. And then he met Jess. And she looked into her eyes. And sparks flied high. And Jess’ girlfriends didn’t quite get it. They ‘d rather Jess had her hooks in another guy. But Jess is not into popular quarterbacks. She prefers the guys at the back – the extra-ordinary ones. And Dave’s the one for her. And they’ve been going out for six months now. And they talk about the future. And their exams. And their teachers. And their friends. And I am sure Jess considers Dave’s friends to be hers as well. Not the same with Dave, though. He’s not very social. And he knows Jess’ friends can’t quite dig him. And he’s kind of hostile towards them. And Jess sees that. She’s wondering what she could do to alter things round. But when he’s hugging her, nothing else matters. For a moment there… it’s only them against the world. And that’s a magic moment you wish it’d last for ages.

The school will end. University applications will begin. Job offers will occur. New people will come into their lives. And, yes, as every thirty-something would bet with plenty of cynicism, odds are against them staying together. Their teen relation ship will be a faded memory in a couple for years. They will have moved on. Maybe even literally. So, no more plain old Brisbane for them. No more blogs. Queens Of The Stone Age will have split. Delta Goodrem will be remembered as a one hit wonder. Dave’s friends will no longer beat the drum kit like maniacs. Jess’ friends will have been married with children. And they won’t get to see each other, not even talk on the phone or exchange e-mails.

Oh, fuck that!!! It doesn’t necessarily work this way. We work things out. They don’t work out themselves [I’m pretty sure that, in English, what I just wrote means that some "things" go the gym but anyway…]. So, Dave, Jess, if u r reading this, never mind my cynicism. Do your thing. Smile. Hold each other. Talk about things. Do things together. Face the world together. Live this life together. Follow the sun wherever it leads. And if u ever fall short of your desires, remember life holds for you one guarantee: you’ll always have… “woot!” [ok that’s A Diana Ross sample lyric but it’s nice whatsoever].
The world needs couples like Jess & Dave. We need them because they remind us that true love never fails. And true love makes you happy when it’s five months and counting since that very first kiss. And true love makes the world go round. And it can bring tears into a hard, big, old man's eyes. And it makes you feel seventeen again. And it makes life shine. And it makes us smile. And Mel Gibson got to marry his childhood sweetheart. And… guess what – he’s Aussie as well!!!

Thank you. Both

Thursday, March 10, 2005

married to the mob-ile

It’s been a month since I decided not to have a cell phone any more. I made my announcements to my boss. She said “no fucking way”. I smiled. It was my way of saying “just watch me”. I still got it

Then I told my mom and dad. They seem to understand.
I told the stars above about the one I love
I told the passers by, I made a small boy cry
I told the morning sun, yeah I'm telling everyone
I told all of my friends again and again and again
I drove them round the bend so now you're my only friend
And I'll get through to you if it's the last thing that I do…

Oops. Wrong lyric sample. Sorry Neil!!!

Yes… as I was saying… the day before yesterday, I forgot my cell phone home. I didn’t do it on purpose. But it felt nice. And I had a good day. Did excellent at work, went to a studio to edit some TV & radio spots, met up with a friend, went to the movies and then all the way to the port to watch Barcelona – Celtic with my best man. And all that without a cell phone…
Yesterday, I forgot to forget it again. And it was hell. Because everyone was calling to say “At last! You answered that bloody thing! I’ve been trying to reach you and it was impossible. What the fuck did you do?” etc.
So, today… I was lucky. I put my cell phone to bed last night because I used it as an alarm clock as I had an early start. Guess what? It’s still resting on my pillow.
And here I ma… Mob-less, cool, calm, relaxed and happy happy happy.
I am going to shut it down once and for all. If someone really wants to find me, they will. If they don’t, then I guess they don’t deserve me, right?
I reckon I will miss the sms’s, though. I was kind of addicted. You could say I like to write. A lot. But then again, you are here… so u already know that… :-)

Wednesday, March 09, 2005

quand vous mourez de nos amours

Nancy just got back from Hammersmith! She brought lots of valuable stuff, but what she gave me is priceless: Rufus Wainwright's got a new album. It's called "Want Two", as it's the follow-up to, erm, "Want One"!!! But, on top of all that, Nancy managed to spot down a limited version of the album - it includes two bonus tracks not on the normal release plus a bonus dvd, containing a stunning full-length performance filmed at the historic Fillmore East. You know, the notorious Frisco venue.
Anyhoo, I don't know what I should have done to express my gratitude. Hugs & kisses, tears in my eyes, promising glances, what? Well, at the moment, I am listening to the album and I am in awe!!! This guy's amazing. He composes catchy tunes, writes touching lyrics, supervises opulent arrangements [Van Dyke Parks is one of a kind], trusts an imaginative producer [Marius De Vries] and dresses like a woman for the cover... but anyway... :-)
Q magazine wrote that "this record is brave, bold and deserves attention".
TimeOut London wrote that "Rufus is the prince of emotive pop".
I'd say that "Want Two" is the album of the year [so far]. And I am still on track # 3!!!

I met with Hardcore Arena yesterday [aka Kingdancer]. He's a new man. Reborn. Free. So he says, and I take his word for granted. We had a cup of tea, like real Brits. Only Brits we are not. Pricks more like it... :-)
And there were two girls as well in our company and we had a talk about going after what you want and stop living your life by imagining things and considering possible casualties and never attempting to claim your rights over something/someone etc etc. And I have thought so much about all that, I almost feel I am an expert. Which I am not.
All I know is what works best for me. If I want something, I go get it. I am a go-getter guy. Yup, u could say that. If I need something, I ask for it. If I miss something I reach out and touch it. If you are getting on my nerves... you don't have to worry about it - you already know it 'cause i will show it to you, no matter who you are. That's the way I am. And I respect that quality to others as well. I know people who dislike me but don't bother pretending they do not. I don't like them as well but I respect them for that. And I admire all people who can really express the way they feel. I think it's wonderful to be able to look straight into somebody's eyes and say "You are the one that I want" or "You make me feel alive" or "I'm lost without you" or "I hate your guts" or "Can I borrow your bike?" or whatever. That doesn't mean that you have to be head over heels in love in order to come straight. It's just that only strong feelings can inspire transgressions. That's why, some people, usually women, tend to exaggerate with words and decisions. Because they know they don't feel the way they would like to feel; the way the have seen in the movies. So they say "u are the light of my life" and stuff, whereas they should just be sincere and say "would u like to go to bed with me?" or "please don't leave me this way - at least not tonight..."
Anyhoo, enough talking. My point is that there are million ways to do whatever. Problem is, sometimes, it really seems there's only one way to win. So... question is... "how bad do you want this to happen?". If that's the case, it's kind of tragic. Pathetic. Because that would practically mean the only problem is... people don't really desire anything. They want many things but they're not passionate about them. There's no lust. No risk. No life altering impulses. No point zero's...
Now that's my definition of hell. Cause that's something I honestly detest. Don't u wanna be adored? When the lights go out and the crowd doesn't scream out for more... don't u STILL want to be adored and explored?
So... Kingdancer, u got it right after all. But, do yourself a favour. Eject that Postal Service cd. And listen to Kingmaker's "You and I will never see things eye to eye". Never mind the lyrics. It's the passion that will set you alight. And then you will be ready to roll... Like a true champ...

the wager between

lyric of the day:
Cornered the boy kicked out at the world…
The world kicked back a lot fuckin’ harder…

highlight of the day [so far]:
a doctor called just a minute ago. He gave me excellent news. No, I didn’t expect any medical tests’ results or something. He wanted to ask for a cd, actually. But then he said something he couldn’t possibly imagine that could make my day!!! Thanx Bill – though you will never know…

joke of the day:
Two cannibals are discussing
- “I hate my mother-in-law’s guts!!!”
- “Ok, just eat the noodles then…”

movie of the day:
Constantine – I was expecting a mediocre comic adaptation and I enjoyed two hours of total blockbuster nonsense: exactly what I wanted. And Keanu Reeves may be a talent less actor but he’s cool as fuck. And Rachel Weisz’s British accent is always sexy!!!

album of the day:
Swayzak’s Loops From The Bergerie

song of the day:
Jet's Look What You've Done [thank you Theodore for sorting me out on both]

meeting point of the day
petite fleur

quote of the day:
fuck if I care

avoid at all costs:
preaching. not today. not to me. not in the mood. buy me a drink instead…

Tuesday, March 08, 2005

advice to the young at heart

· Do not drink and dial
· Do not live every day as if there is no tomorrow. There’s always tomorrow – I don’t know about the day after, though…
· Never say [n]ever!
· Do not flirt, kiss, fuck and tell with people you work with
· Do not do to others what you do not want others do to you – that way, you can always say “why did u do that?”. Otherwise… you won’t have the chance to use the best pre-punch line… ever!
· Do not turn your back on mother earth
· Do not watch The Ring Two while on drugs – it will scare the shit out of you!!!
· Do not dismiss video games as child’s stuff – actually, it’s the only education we’ve got…
· Dο not believe the hype
· Do not underestimate the power of love
· Do not tolerate this, or your children will be next
· Do not search for any inner moral story in these rules – it’s pointless…
· Do not close your eyes and fantasize someone you physically admire…
· Do not talk about the Fight Club
· Do not cross the [white] line kiddo. Just step on it first, or sniff the damned thing!!!
· Do not honor and obey your parents. Do not make them proud. Do them some good instead…
· Do whatever you want in Denver – as long as you’re dead
· Do or die
· Just do it. Even if you're wearing adidas sneakers...
· Do whatever. Who cares anyway…

bela lugosi's dead


My cosy little place is called VALERIOUS MANOR. You will find it in Transylvania. We have a large guest room. You are all more than welcome. And never mind the children of the night. Oh, what sweet music do they play...
My old PO Box is no longer valid, so please keep sending letters to the following address:
Count Olaf
Vampire State Building
Transylvania
666 66 ROMANIA
c/o Dracula

And if u see Blade, tell him I eat daywalkers for breakfast!!!

Monday, March 07, 2005

stop the press!!!


It's official: the transfer of Shrek to Olympiakos has been announced. Now, all eyes are on Rivaldo: will he accept the fact he won't be the #1 star of the team?

Sunday, March 06, 2005

Don't fear the reefer

Joints. Spliff. Ganja. Stuff. Get stoned. I got high. Pot. Hemp.
Call it whatever you want. But please, please… when u roll it don’t put tobacco in it. I mean, what’s the point? It’s like having sex without kissing, or eating pasta without cheese. It’s like punishing yourself for the guilty pleasure and cut the fun in half… And we don’t wanna do that, do we?…

P.S. for the record, this thing never affects me. I don’t know why. I guess I am the Ovelix of cannabis… On the other hand, when someone offers you something at a party, it’s not polite to say “no”, is it?
JJ

Friday, March 04, 2005

if this is your first night...

And you open the door and you step inside…

This is your life, good to the last drop
Doesn’t get any better than this
This is your life and it’s ending one minute at a time

This isn't a seminar, this isn't a weekend retreat
Where you are now you can't even imagine what the bottom will be like
Only after disaster can we be resurrected
It's only after you've lost everything that you're free to do anything
Nothing is static, everything is evolving, everything is falling apart

You have to give up…

And you open the door
And you step inside

And it’s been days since you last slept, ate, worked and acted normally.
And u didn’t mind
You felt alive

But something happened
Things happen, you know
And something really did happen

And it’s just five minutes time, all your need to get some sleep, some food, some pampering…
Well… it all came up for air
And left u breathless

This is your life
It doesn’t get any better than this

Fuck the pain away
No sms
No mails
No phone calls
No cell phones
No availability

Won’t get fooled again

And u open the door and you are all alone
This is your life

I want you to hit me as hard as you can
I want you to bite me as deep as you can
I want you to kiss me as long as you can
I want you to hold me as tight as you can
I want you to be honest and come clean
Then… we’ll talk dirty

Tuesday, March 01, 2005

traffic jam in memory lane

Last night I was invited to attend this special screening. They call it avant premiere. They had booked four theaters at the new Athens' multiplex, Ster Cinemas. According to the invitation we were supposed to be there by eight o clock. I had got stuck in between two record stores so I arrived @ 21.15. The movie was just about to start. I grabbed a glass of vodka and found myself a cosy little seat for my royal ass. The movie was not that bad, given the fact that all greek movies suck for reasons beyond my blog [:-)]
It’s called Testosterone and it deals with a sailor who somehow ends up in an island inhabited only by women. Soon enough he’s a rare species, sought after by women of all ages [and shapes :-)]. His initial fantasy of having sex with anyone he fancies goes terribly wrong. He’s hunted like an animal. He can’t take it anymore and in the end…
Yeah, ok, I guess you could say that it’s almost a 21st Century version of La Citta Delle Donne but… you don’t care that much, do you? For what is worth… I managed to see the whole film, so that makes it a decent greek movie… And then the lights were turned on and the after show party began…
Nope, glamorous it wasn’t. Some actors, some journos, some executives, some bimbos and… lots of vodka. After having greeted all the people I know, after having been introduced to every single woman I haven’t already known [obviously I didn’t introduce myself. I mean others did that for me…], I decided my... testosterone level was not that high for the night, so I took the long way back home…
Since I moved downtown, I rarely ever take the car. This time, I had to take the train. So I headed for the nearest station. And when I sat at St. Eleftherios station, waiting for the next train, it all came back to me. For years, I did the same thing, while still in school. For my two… freshmen years, I used to take the school bus. Then I persuaded my parents I was big enough to pick my own means of transportation. And so I did. I was walking everyday to Victoria station and then I took the train to school, usually getting off @ St. Eleftherios...
So, in a way, last night was like getting back from school. When I was 14 I had a walkman. Now it was a discman. Back then I would have been listening to Outfield, Queen and Echo & The Bunnymen. Last night I had Action Action and ARE Weapons on my play list. Back then I would have been exchanging glances with girls from other schools [we only had males in class – yes, I am that old!!!]. Last night the train was almost empty. 16 years ago, I would have been making noise with my friends. Last night I was just enjoying the first night in months that I was completely alone. 16 years ago, my mom would have been waiting for me at home. Last night I opened the door and it was dark and quiet. 16 years ago, the room would have been full of subutteo figures, vinyl records, tapes, balls of various sizes,an Amstrad computer books in greek and lots of sneakers. Last night I stumbled upon some a stack of cd’s, some movie gadgets, a Yellow Submarine branded skateboard, a laptop, a plate with a credit card and a cut up straw, a hanger for my blazer, some books in English and, erm, lots of sneakers!... So much for my evolution plan!!! :-)
I opened the veranda doors and took a look at Lycabetus. Not bad for a view. Not bad at all. I pressed play on my cd player. Travis’ Singles was on.

"If I told you a secret
You won’t tell a soul
Will you hold it and keep it alive
Cause it’s burning a hole
And I can’t get to sleep
And I can’t live alone in this lie

So look up
Take it away
Don’t look da-da-da-down the mountain

If the world isn’t turning
Your heart won’t return
Anyone, anything, anyhow

So take me don’t leave me
Take me don’t leave me
Baby, love will come through it’s just waiting for you

Well I stand at the crossroads
Of highroads and lowroads
And I got a feeling it’s right

If it’s real what I’m feeling
There’s no makebelieving
The sound of the wings of the flight of a dove

Take it away
Don’t look da-da-da-down…”

Next morning, I got myself up and headed to work.
No school buses, no trains. I was on foot. It was raining. It was lovely.
I pressed play on my discman. Music to my ears. The soundtrack of an early morning. I felt good. Still do. I guess it’s good to have nice teenage memories. And my testosterone is back on high levels. That’s not bad either…