Why queue for an iPhone? I'd rather wait in line for fashion week tkts

What is it with all these nerds and queuing up for an iPhone. To get one people wait in line for days practically. And then what do they do when they get their phone? They certainly don’t call anyone because they are so tired from standing in the cold on the pavement they go to sleep. I can understand it is something special but seriously… that much? The same goes for the Wii. Harry Potter books I can excuse. It’s literature and its educational so why not? I can understand people queuing up in an airport at Christmas for a flight home… but that’s so you can get out of the airport and into your comfort zone. We all know that airport food has severe side-effects and the toilets in the airports aren’t particularly sanitary, especially if the flight before you was RyanAir from Birmingham to Ibiza (Gah – help!).
I can understand waiting in queues for Olympic tickets or perhaps Milan fashion week. Sports in important and we all need to make an effort to look good so why not be the first to see the latest trends. But 27 hours in line for an iPhone? Who are you going to call? Ghostbusters? You can do that from a pay-phone? Your Mum? Does she want to talk to you? Me… don’t bother… I’m in the queue for fashion week and can’t talk now!

Screaming Baby // Shhh... I'm eating Sushi!

So what do you do when a baby is bawling in a restaurant? I was a enjoying a delightful sushi meal with the Nicosia Housewife the other day when this baby started screaming its head off. The parents did nothing. There wasn’t even a Yiayia around to deal with it (because we all know many ‘modern’ Cypriot parents don’t blink an eyelid). Everyone was put off by this baby’s screaming. Even my sushi turned sour. The restaurant did nothing. If I had ordered spaghetti I would have flicked it at them from across the restaurant, but it was sushi and throwing sushi at irresponsible parents is akin to sacrilege – you never throw sushi away!

But what surprised me was that the management did nothing. Nothing? Yes. Nothing. When I worked in a bar in Manchester, we got three women, come in one Sunday afternoon, drunk/stoned/high/ or all three. They did not stop laughing and cracking jokes and literally howling in their seats. I thought they were hilarious. Everyone else hated them. My boss got so upset with them that he told them to be quite. They were for a bit and then they left. Maybe to get another hit.

Why do not that with the family and their screaming-baby? Because they are worried that they’ll leave? What about the rest of the customers then?

Conversations on food

Only in Cyprus would you have a three hour conversation about lunch:
1 hour - before lunch: deciding where to eat and what to eat
1 hour - during lunch: talking about what you're eating while you're eating it
1 hour - after lunch: talking about how much you enjoyed eating what you ate

Luckily you eat breakfast alone and by dinner you're too tired to eat let alone talk about it.

Wierd Weather

The weather in Nicosia is so weird today, it’s disorientating. In the morning it was as dark as night and it looked like the clouds would break open any minute and it would pour. Rain it did, but the floods that we envisioned did not come. In the afternoon, from Nicosia the east was shiny and bright and the west was dark. It’s so confusing when it gets like this. It makes just just want to go home and snuggle up on your couch with a book and a cup of hot coco. Now wouldn’t that be nice!

To Parelthon mou?

Can I quickly say: Anna Vissi's new song - To Parelthon Mou. What do you think? Guys I have to admit, that I am falling in love with it. But it's hilarious. Scottish folk music in a Greek pop song? My friend told me about it and said it was amazing and I was like 'okay whatever'... then in the car on the way back to our Nation's Capital, stuck in traffic, this song, (that I thought was a Scottish dance track) came on. Then I heard Vissi sing. I burst out laughing thinking it was ridiculous. But honestly, it has really grown on me. All I want to now, when I hear it, is put on a kilt, paint my face like Braveheart and jump around singing to it!

Maybe I should get out more... but I can't... I have it on Youtube and I can't stop listening to it!

Euro-Nerds

Quick comment: you know what I am glad about; that in Cyprus we haven’t got there euro-nerds. Do you know what I mean? The type who wear big black rimmed glasses and jumpers; who read some random European writers with a philosophy of some sort I never heard of and claim that they have found God; you know the sort; the types who only drink mild coffee and hang out with arty girls in long dresses and wear loafers. Who never shave and are always happy but shy. ARGH! They tire me out. I don’t know why I am telling you this but, I just bumped into one and he annoyed me with his euro-crap.

In Cyprus we are not like these pseudo-intellectual artsy type. We are superficial, fashion-loving, trashy/classy people. We have an attitude, we are loud, we shout and have no patience. But these euro-nerd, luckily the style hasn’t picked up here, unless Gucci does a line of sunglasses especially for them. Anyway, that’s enough of my rant. I can’t believe you even read this rubbish! I can’t believe I even wrote it. OMG, I guess were euro-nerd too (or at least Mediterranean-nerds). Actually I can believe I wrote this… there is more where this came from…