23.3.13
Disorientating Time
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Lenny Kravitz at Paleo
30.6.12
A weekend trip to London
5.5.12
The Everyday Must have Guide
22.12.11
31.3.11
Perfect German city?
What city represents the country? Can ever one city fully embody the country it’s in? When we say France we really mean Paris, and Vienna is more or less Austria minus the snow. But does a city like London ever represent the UK? Didn’t the Guardian newspaper have a debate asking is London bad for Britain? Does Athens represent Greece or is Greece represented in the blue of its sea and thousands islands. And if you had to choose one city to represent the country which one do you choose? Tel Aviv or Jerusalem? NYC or LA? Rio or Sao Paolo? 16.2.11
Smoking in... Frankfurt? 2

Last night I went out to a bar in Frankfurt. I had a really good time except for the fact (and this will probably be a major theme in Germany) that it was a smokers’ paradise. German law states that a bar can be pro-smoking if its floor space is less than X amount of feet, separate from the non-smoking parts of the venue and does not serve food. Still… that doesn’t stop the fact that I still reek at the end of the night and inhale everyone’s second hand smoke.
Most of Europe is non-smoking (except Germany (but Bavaria is smoke free), Austria, and Greece which passed one anti-smoking law with 21 loopholes) so to the ex-smoker smoking in a bar is almost sacrilege. What makes matters worse is that Frankfurt is an international city and therefore is filled with Europeans and Americans who, away from their country’s laws are making the most of the lax German laws and so are smoking like chimneys… although chimneys are less smelly.
Last night, at the table next to mine, sat three English gentlemen, all of which smoked constantly as they non longer have this right in the UK. You can imagine how I smelt at the end of the night with all their smoke wafting over me.
I asked my German friend why this law was so and he explained that the tobacco industry great contributes to the economy of Germany and banning smoking would have an adverse effect on the economy. Well they managed to ban it in America, which surely generates more revenue from the tobacco industry than Germany, and yet they have banned it, so why is Germany the hostage of the Marlboro Man? Another argument is that it is too cold for Germans to smoke outdoors. Well the Swedes seemed to have managed.
So what’s the solution for ex and non smokers? I suppose it is to go out, inhale other people’s fumes and have a shower at the end of the night… providing there is hot water in the reservoir. And the clothes? We can’t keep washing them! Well… I guess we’ll have to buy some new ones… and charge it to the smokers. With around 70% tax on a packet of cigarettes, surely they can afford it.
And then today, on the way to work I accidentally tipped over one of those huge outdoor ashtrays with my bike, knocking the whole thing to the ground and spilling out all the trash and cigarette butts. The smokers around me helped me clear up. Thanks for your help guys…and I’ll admit it… you are not the root of all evil.
15.2.11
Smoking in... Frankfurt?

Now… when we think of Germany, we always think of being outdoors, lush, green forests, perhaps an Apple strudel and always in the top 10 in the Olympics… Germany is a nation that loves the outdoors (and to prove this, out of a country of 80m people, their largest city is 3m – so they choose to live and respect the outdoors). So you can imagine my shock… and I mean I was practically foaming at the mouth, when I went clubbing last weekend and discovered that they still allow smoking in clubs. There is a smoking and non-smoking section.
Apparently after some research (also called bitching to the poor Germans who would hear me out) I was told that only in Bavaria is there a 100% smoking ban and apparently Berlin is super-strict with smoking, which is surprising because I’d have guessed that a city like Berlin is so laissez-faire smoking a cigarette in kindergarten wouldn’t go amiss there but… ok… I am not a Berliner… I am now a Frankfurter and I plan to change this law… one club at a time…
14.2.11
Part Two: Bike Envy

All of a sudden I was struck down with a jealous and frenzied streak. Why the H should he had a fluorescent green saddle whereas mine is black? Oooh, look at that man with the basket – where did I get it from? Gah! She has a German flag attached to her bike… I want one too! I was seized with an uncontrollable urge to bike-accessorize. Can you even begin to understand what that feels like? I was almost in hysterics and went straight to Sport Arena for some fluorescent gear for the bike… anything would do right now… I even wanted a buggy for the baby that is attached to the back of a bike for only €478.95 (bargain!) (though there are no babies in the history of my romantic life) … but I would have needed a baby to use that properly… and I’m just too busy to get one of those right now… after all I had to focus on accessorizing my bike… I can’t be seen riding around FFM with a sub-standard bike, right?
PS don’t tell anyone it is second-hand. We want those bankers to see I pimp my ride!
12.2.11
Part One: Buy a Bike in FFM

Now have you seen EastEnders? The UK soap opera that makes you depressed (it truly is the most miserable thing on TV – I don’t know how people watch it and are not on Prozac)… well the Flomarkt was like this… only… well… a German version which was even scarier as I only have AS German and I must have skipped the chapter about bargaining in a Flea Market*.
There were people screaming; clothes pilled up on the floor (who would buy clothes that look cheaper than Primark? Or am I just too bourgeois?) and bikes.
Firstly I have an issue with bikes that are stolen – unless I am stealing it myself (LOL). I didn’t want my bike to have been someone’s stolen bike. But how do you put forward a comment like this to a dodgy car boot sales man who would seemed more than capable of stealing a pensioner’s false teeth in broad daylight in front of their dentist. He said he would sell it to me for €150. ‘Did I look like a millionaire?’ I wanted to say. Actually… compared to the rest of them, I did… so I bargained with him… and just then a German kid came to buy the bike, so I quickly named my final price… fine €100. Deal or no deal? DEAL! Ok… so I bought it for €110, just when the kid said he would pay more. So I paid, got on the bike and rode away fast, almost falling over as I was still hung over and had not ridden a bike in 3.8 years!
*And PS Flea Market was an appropriate word for the place, given the amount of bugs there… I hate to sound all bourgeois-y again but why can’t markets be like Borough Market, where, let’s face it… other than the odd lost hippy and dappy tourist, it is frequented by Champagne Socialists (I think I prefer EastEnders come to think of it) and people who think that ‘letting the yellow mellow’ is saving the world…
9.2.11
Frankfurt expats

Expats in Frankfurt number around 7,300. This figure only includes foreigners who live in the city of Frankfurt and originate from countries where the official language is English, i.e. UK, USA, Canada, Ireland, Australia, South Africa, and New Zealand. The total population of Frankfurt is about 650,000. This means that the expat population makes up just over 1% of the total.The number of Frankfurt residents who hold no German passport is 165,000. This is nearly 26% of the total population. The majority of these foreigners are, in decreasing order of size: Turkish, Italian, Croatian, Serbian, and Montenegrin.The following data on expats in Frankfurt is valid as of 31.Dec.2004:
American: 3,292
British: 2,694
Irish: 459
Canadian: 353
Australian: 294
South African: (estimate circa 150)
New Zealander: (estimate circa 80)
Cypriot: 1
Note that the above figures are only for the city of Frankfurt am Main itself, not the surrounding areas in Hessen or the Rhein-Main region. Many expatriate workers make a daily commute into Frankfurt from the neighbouring cities.
5.1.11
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!
4.1.11
Why I hate the suburbs excpet one...

I will make one expectation though. The only suburb I will visit, without throwing a tantrum is Makedonitissa, because it’s not too far from the city and out of all the areas, it’s the best one. Perhaps even better than the centre!
17.8.10
Me in Milano

That city was to be my home for the next four months or so. I got out of the station and as if by radar and sans map I found myself in the lobby of my hostel. Finding my friends who were on my placement year, we smoked and had a bottle of wine (that cost a Euro and tasted like cat pee) that we bought from the local supermarket. In fact it was so local, it practically catered to the immediately family of the proprietors.
Those four months in Trento taught me Italian grammar, geography and gastronomy, that my favourite coffee was Latte Macchiato (only €0.80 from the café opposite the Duomo and €1.20-€1.80 in Milan), that Americans were smart and more importantly fun, how to drink wine as if it were juice, who my friends were and who weren’t, that you can buy a slice of pizza per portare via, that Italian Churches looked like museums from the inside (and don’t they say beauty comes from within), that jumping into a fountain in the piazza in your underwear with your friends is illegal apparently, as is stealing dustbins from the street and a side-order or fried from a restaurant in Bologna, that ‘ti voglio bene’ means I love you, that the authorities need 16 days just to process a piece of paper, that getting your fiscal code may seem less mundane than originally thought, that travel is paramount for passion and knowledge, that you can catch a train to Venice for the day (€25 return and 2 hours each way) or a Taxi for five from Ljubljana to Venice for about €40, that Innsbruck was only 2 hours away and cold, that Lugano is the best city in Europe and even better with good company, that the Duomo in Bologna was stopped being built by the Vatican in case it was bigger than the Vatican and that Milan is a formidable city.
After I left I did not expect to return to Italy any time soon. I loved the country and knew it well (well… north Italy anyway) but there were so many other places to see and Spain was calling at the time… so I wrapped up Italy and got on with my life, thinking of Italy only occasionally until five years later…Italy was calling me to go back again…
8.11.09
The Establishment and the Mob
Society can roughly be split into two teams; the establishment and the alternatives (aka the mob). Each has stuck to its own kind. Until now. With the growth of gloablisation, the credit crunch, the search for new lifestyles, the lines between the establishment and the mob have blurred to the point of erosion. The result is a hodge-podge of people crossing society’s lines. People who lived in caves until three years ago now drive around in BMW and eat in swanky bar-restaurants (you can find some of these in a place beginning with ‘A’ and ending in ‘O’) and people who were born with a silver spoon in their mouth have now gone all hippy and hang out at a place beginning with ‘K’ and ending with ‘A’). Hmmmm…
Thing is, a leopard cannot change its spots. (Tell this to the Nicosia Housewife who can’t get out of her leopard-print leotard). The newly-rich will never become old money so they might as well try stop sending their kids to the posh schools. The establishment will never be able to mingle with the lower-classes (i.e. people who do not own a holiday home in
I once read that only the rich can afford bad shoes. This is because the rich are the only ones who do ‘poor’ well. It is easy to act as if you are a tree-hugging hippy when you own the whole forest or want to save the whales when your school serves sushi from lunch. But not matter how rich you recently became, you will never be able to pull off that pedigree you aim for, which takes generations to cultivate. (And leopard-print leggings are not fooling anyone).
5.11.09
One of those annoying people on facebook

I hate these people who add people on Facebook in order to have more friends. Recently a stranger added me (though we had a mutual friend) and I though ‘why not’ and pressed accept. However, there were no photos of himself, no ‘wall’ to write on, all in all… no information. I though facebook was a place for friends. Well if you want to be my friend then show me who you are. To no avail. After asking who he was written in a manner of ‘have we met before?’ there was no reply and so I sent a message saying that I would delete him and wished him the ‘best of luck with all his endeavors on facebook.’ So as you can see, I hate people who add friends to show the world that they have friends.
Nevertheless, due to professional commitments I joined LinkedIn, which is, let’s face it, a professional facebook/resume/CV. Instead of uploading your holiday pics you upload what you have worked on. And instead of braggin about how many friends you have, you brag about your professional contacts and who you know (and who can do you favours). I have become the annoying LinkedIn guy who wants as many connections (LinkedIn-speak for ‘friends’) as possible. How did this happen? Because whereas I have friends in reality who are on facebook, I don’t have that many professional connections. I am after all a BabyBusinessMan, so what do you expect?
2.11.09
Speak Greek
What I find interesting is people’s attachment to language. I like languages; I speak as many as I can to whomever I can. However, in
Recently, I asked a friend (in Greek) if he could do me a favour. His response was a gleeful ‘of course I’ll do it! But only because you asked me in Greek’.
‘So if I asked you in English you wouldn’t do it?’ He smiled. Imagine what he would have done to me if I asked him in… Swahili? Or more shocking… in Turkish! Yikes!
I think Cypriots have a strange relationship with their language. They insist oversees-Cypriots speak Greek yet at the same time do not realize that they themselves pepper their Greek-conversations with words like ‘thank you, bye, okay’ or my favourite ‘sorrrry’ followed by a loud ‘ah’ and phrased as a question. They are constantly placing English words in between Greek words.
The problem is not that oversees-Cypriots do not speak Greek. All do (albeit at varying degrees of fluency) and all try! And when oversees-Cypriots do try and speak Greek to a fellow Cypriot, we are answered in… English. This not only embarrasses us, but it also implies that we are illiterate buffoons who can’t even properly speak Greek. Eventually the whole conversation becomes so uncomfortable that we give up and end up speaking in Pidgin English so the other guy whose English is so-so can understand. The issue for Cypriots is that oversees-Cypriots do not speak, perfectly fluent, accent-less Greek. The funny thing is, neither do most Cypriots. If you want to speak perfect, accent-less Greek you need to go to
1.10.09
The 300th Post: An Essay Against Smoking
It all began with a lunch date with my good friend Helen, a close friend I met since university. As usual we began catching up on the gossip, before I asked her what she through about the smoking ban that was going to be voted on in Parliament the coming days. Now, I knew Helen was a smoker so I expected her to defend smoking – however, her opinions on the smoking ban were as strong as mine were; and not in the way I liked. After a 45 minute debate, to which we dragged the café owner into the conversation (who took my side and was for the smoking ban), after we almost walked out of the café swearing never to talk to each other again and after we were heard arguing all over the café, we came to an impasse. She believed that there are more important things to ban in society today such as pesticides and hormones in food, which I agreed with but banning smoking was paramount. So with no resolution we agreed to disagree and despite our warring lunch date, we partly amicably with our friendship intact and our opinions even stronger.
Sir,
Smoking is disgusting and smokers are selfish. I have the right to say this because of two reasons.
The first is because my uncle (a non-smoker) passed away from cancer, my mother (a non-smoker) has had cancer twice in the last five years (breast then skin) and my 20-year old cousin (surprise, surprise, also a non-smoker) is currently undergoing a grueling form of chemotherapy because he is also has cancer. To see him losing his hair is heartbreaking.
It is evident that cancer runs in my family, which brings me to my second point; that after four years being a smoker, I quit last year. It was hypocritical of me to continue to smoke when smoking is the number one cause of cancer, when 1.3 billion people around the world smoke and half are expected to die from it, according to the WHO.
And yet, our current government, that brands itself as being one that cares for the people is against casinos but pro-smoking? The AKEL party was AGAINST the smoking ban. So now we have the overly-generous law of allowing smoking in outdoor public spaces – AND EVEN indoors in privately-owned companies. Are we idiots? Does this solve anything? So you can’t light up in a night club – but what about at work? What about the army where boys usually start smoking? Or is that not a public place?
The USA with its gun laws has banned smoking; Turkey has banned smoking; hell, even India with its population of one billion, poverty and hundreds of other problems has banned smoking and we can’t even do it properly?
Another mistake: instead of enforcing the law during the summer when people can smoke outside and when it will not be such a shock to the system (literally) the law comes into effect on 01 January 2010 (as if it’s some kind of celebration) when it will be cold and smokers will find it hard to adjust to smoking outdoors (although the UK has pulled it off!)
I challenge any Member of Parliament to reply to this letter or if they have the guts and explain themselves or to ask the Cyprus Weekly for my email and write to me explaining how they think this law will make a difference. But for some reason, I think they’re too busy looking for a lighter.
Yet on a personal and social level I don’t feel the article was enough; which is why I have decided to expand upon it with this essay. My reasons are personal. As mentioned above, I have had people close to me suffer for the disease. Smoking being the number one cause of cancer (though not the only cause) should be curbed, which is why I am not trying to raise an army of non-smokers through these words here.
At the time of writing the law has been passed to ban smoking as of the 01.01.10. However, it is expected that the government will try and create loopholes in order to circumvent the smoking-ban and thus render it ineffective. For example, it is believed that the ban will not be enforced in the army where boys pick up the habit. Already, because of the nature of the law, that prohibits smoking only indoors, people will be able to smoke on the beach, in the street and in parks. The law already is cushy and comfortable for smokers, given that the climate of Cyprus is warm and that most venues, excluding night clubs have tables outdoors. Ye another conspiracy theory I heard is that cafes will create enclosed spaces in order for smokers to be shielded from the elements, like the sun, wind and fresh air and will be able to cocooned themselves in the smokers’ lounge with cigarette smoke while the sip on their latte and play tavli. What joy!
The bill in Cyprus’ 56-member parliament voted in overwhelming majority to ban smoking by 27 member for the ban, three against and one abstention (the other 16 members are reserved for Turkish-Cypriots MPs who will retake their positions once a solution has been found). Cyprus had banned smoking in public places in 2002 and back then there were even plans to fine people CYP 1,000 for smoking while driving, which was a pioneering legislation that never went beyond planning stage. However, the current smoking ban must address, correct and implement the 2002 law that is so flexible it can qualify for gymnastics for the next Olympics and with loophole so wide you can push an elephant through it.
The revised law has prompted a strong response from the Cyprus Federation of Restaurateurs who stated that ‘music, alcohol and cigarettes go together’. Yes, and in the 60s people believed that smoking calmed the nerves, which lead to smoke in the workplace and even pregnant women smoking. That had come and passed and so will smoking in public spaces, so change is inevitable. The 2002 law was flouted almost religiously by restaurateurs due to lack of implementation. Well who wouldn’t flout the law if the policemen are ‘too friendly’ to fine a restaurant owner or a person smoking in a café because they are distantly related to the café owner. Excuses such as ‘she’s my wife’s cousin’s son from Australia…’ is a common statement heard by cops refusing to take out their handcuffs and arrest people… saying that they’d rather use it on their wife… hmmmmm… but not while she’s smoking!
The irony is that smokers in Cyprus only amount to 29% of the population. An anti-smoker will say that 29% is just over a quarter of the population; whereas a smoker will say that 29% is just below a third of the population and should have more rights. It’s the half-full/half-empty cup-theory. Regardless of this, Cyprus is just below the EU average of 31%, which is a pleasant surprise as it feels that more Cypriots smoke. However, if is not certain that the number includes under 18s, in which case it could be much higher.
Yet, even if school-children do not actively smoke, but their parents do the child is still at risk. It has been discovered that a high percentage of Cypriot children has a alarmingly high levels of nicotine in their blood stream due to passive smoking. Traces of metabolised nicotine, known as cotinine, have been found in the saliva of 94% of children from non-smoking households and 97% of all surveyed children. This proves that even if a child is raised in a non-smoking household it is still at risk. Yet, the adults are to blame for smoking.
Statistics by the WHO give insight into which countries are the largest smokers. It is true to form that men smoke more than women, in some cases due to cultural reasons, such as in Iran where only 2% of women smoke, compared to 22% of men or in Uzbekistan, where 1% of women smoke to 24% of men. However in Saudi Arabia, 8% of women smoke compared to 19% of men, so perhaps cultural restrictions are eased in the Arabian Kingdom. There are some shocking statistics such as in Kazakhstan where 65% of men smoke compared to 9% of women, and Russia too has 60% of men smoke compared to 16% of women. In the USA it’s more equal with 24% of men smoking and 19% of women, however south of the border in Mexico, only 13% of men smoke and 5% of women. In Ghana 7% of men smoked compared to 1% of women and in Sweden 18% of women smoked; 1% more than their male counterparts.
However culture is partly to blame. In some countries, culture dictates that men should smoke while it is un-lady-like for women to smoke. Smoking in Cyprus, is not only considered normal, it is almost mandatory. Smoking seems cool, chic, tough and classy. This image is so engrained in Cypriot mentality that 47% of all high-school pupils have tried smoking cigarettes at least once while 16.6% (one in six) smoke regularly. Yet now, the image of the cool smoker is sapping and a clean set of lungs are more attractive. However, one in 10 deaths in Cyprus are linked to smoking and healthcare for smoking amounts to 8% of the budget. These are trends that must be reversed. Interestingly, the increase of mobile phones has led to a decrease of teenage smokers, as they are busier texting than lighting up.
The risks of smoking, however are not merely meant for smokers, but for passive smokers too. One report showed that non-smokers who are regularly exposed to passive smoke increase their chance of developing lung cancer by 20-30% and having a stroke by 82%. Facts like these, that are scientifically-proven and not merely random numbers pulled out of a hat is the reason why the smoking-ban is imperative. Smokers complain that banning smoking is social racism and that their rights are being infringed, but what about the right to free air (as important as the right to free speech) that is being suffocated by too much cigarette smoke in the room? If you want to smoke, do so, but in the luxury of your own home, away from children and other non-smoking members of your family.
I was a smoker for about four years, who on average smoked up to five cigarettes a day of the lightest type I could find. I was as selfish as possible, genuinely believing that I could smoke where I liked. Now that I stopped I realized how wrong I was and also, how little resistance I encountered from non-smokers, perhaps it is because I lived in Europe prior to the smoking ban. Yet, the third thing I realized was how disrespectful smoking was, to other but also to myself. When people in the world have not got access to clean water and smokers are placing a flaming stick to the lips and inhaling, we have to wonder how wrong we have got it. The health risks are astronomical. According to the WHO, of the 1.3 billion people worldwide half are expected to die of smoking-related illnesses.
But smoking is harder to quit and I admire the people that do. I quit because of a throat infection, so I quit because I had to rather than because I wanted to. But I was determined to make the best of the situation. I couldn’t eat let alone swallow and refrained from sucking on the burning stick for a week. One week somehow turned to two. Two weeks to a month… The hardest month was the third, where I literally felt I needed the nicotine. But the moment I realized I was leaving my smoking-persona behind was on a train in Croatia. My friend and I were traveling from Split to Zagreb on a night train. In our six-seater cabin was a young and friendly Croatian couple that was drinking beer and smoking. ‘Would you like one?’ they asked us. My friend and I decline but they certainly liked their smokes. They literally were lighting one up before they even finished the one in their mouth. The cabin was filled up with so much smoke, that I could feel it landing on my hair and caressing my skin in a sickly-sweet way. My nose started running, I began coughing and my face was streamed with tears. It was at that moment that I knew I was being purged of the nicotine-addiction sin. It was so disgusting I might as well have got off the train and licked the pavement.
Yet it is hard to quit smoking when lighting up becomes such a ritual. I remember, at university, I would go to my friend’s house and we’d have a coffee and a smoke together and catch up on the days news. Or after a long and hard day (writing my essays at the library!!!) I would go home, open a glass of wine and light a cigarette while sitting in the garden if it was warm or hanging out of the window like an orangutan if it was cold, which lead to my room smelling like a pub, especially if I spilt the wine – but alcohol is another issue… and no… it don’t believe that should be banned!
While at university, I went on holiday with friends to Andalusia and deiced to visit Gibraltar. On crossing the border from La Linea to the Rock we were instantky greeted by a doule decker bus, the quintessential symbol of Britishness which had a massive advert of a cigratte brand. The advert was basically an ‘up yours’ to the Spanish who have deemed cigarette adverts illegal. I was genuinely shocked to see a cigarette advert since the Marlboro Man on billboards when I was a child. However, not only have people been shocked by adverts espousing the evils of smoking but some people actually believe that they indirectly encourage smoking. Nevertheless, anti-smoking ads have become more extreme, and clever, as the anti-smoking awareness campaign grows. An anti-smoking ad in the UK which involved a child talking about his mother dying from smoking raised alarm bells everywhere with people saying advertisers went too far and some even questioning how a four-year old could be so convincing. Another anti-smoking as where a girl said that she didn’t fear spiders, clowns or bullies but did fear her mother dying of smoking was deemed too scary and distressing, received 51 complaints and was only shown after 7.30pm. It seems that airing these ads, though distressing at least make an impact, as some others such as ‘Don’t Smoke. Think’ have little impact and are virtually ignored. It turns out the strong ads win because according to the Department of Health 4,730 smokers sought advice on quitting smoking as a direct result of the ‘I’m scared for my mother…’ campaign. I suppose that gives a new meaning to the phrase shock therapy.
However, the most upsetting of adverts are to be found on cigarette packets. In my opinion, they are truly repulsive. There is one picture of a man with a horrifyingly engorged throat cause by smoking. It is so upsetting I felt nauseous (see: http://bizcovering.com/marketing-and-advertising/graphic-repulsive-anti-smoking-ads-are-they-effective/).
Another image showed rotten teeth, rotten lips, an man with a fishing hook stuck through his check denoting the phrase ‘hooked’ as well as portraying a fetus in an ashtray.
There are ads on packets showing ‘social’ repercussions such as a woman talking to a man who is not smoking and ignoring the one that is. These perhaps have little impact visually, but socially many men and women will admit to preferring a partner that does not smoke. Though perhaps this is not mainstream, the pool is growing. However, smokers have found a way to circumvent these ads too, and not just the cheesy ones, by putting a sticker the size of the advert on the packet thus smoking freely without seeing the rotted teeth or burnt lungs pictured on the packet.
I never realised the power of the pen until I made comment on a social networks about smokers and that they should ‘REPENT: UR ERA IS OVER’. As a jest I also made a comment that smokers should ‘go fug themselves’. Of course there is some truth in every jest, but most smokers saw the barely minimal funny side. Except one.
This colleague, who I had on my social network list, decided at the most inopportune time to raise a private non-work related issue in the workplace. ‘What right do you have to swear?’ she screamed, trying to act all mighty ‘your comment insulted me and my father’. Her smoking insulted me and my mother who doesn’t smoke. At one point she actually turned to the boss and said ‘well George here told us to go fuck ourselves’ the way a child runs to a parent to ‘tell on me’.
The situation was starling with me shaking with anger all day at work and terminating my personal friendship with certain colleagues. But there is nothing like cancer to put things in perspective. So when someone tells me to go fuck myself, I think nothing of it. I have more important things to worry about, such as my and my family’s health.
And that’s what riles me up about smokers. They are completely self-righteous. And their righteousness takes colossal proportions often shouting and demanding to have their ‘rights’ protected while polluting their body and affecting others’ around them. But they refuse to see this. They choose to cloak themselves in a shroud of cigarette smoke so thick that they can’t see through. Nor would they want to
29.9.09
Are the Coffee-Beaners hotter than the coffee they serve?
Is it me or does Coffee Beanery in Nicosia hire the best/best looking staff? I was there the other day ordering one of those sickly-sweet coffees in a mug the size of a bucket and well – I realized the staff was beautiful and extremely helpful. Does Coffee Beanery go and find its staff in a modeling agency… in Brazil? Or Sweden? Are they trained in Paris? I have to admit that the service was excellent. And the looks… phew! Actually when I say I’d like a cup of coffee I mean I’d like you in it too.
Also good service is Gloria Jeans, which is a more hip place to people watch and drink coffee. The people there too are friendly, and very American-esque, and serve coffee with a smile which I like. But we don’t support Gloria Jeans as a company due to the company is anti….
My favourite coffee place has to be Flo. Especially the one in Stasikratous. The one in Ledra is swarming with tourists and I just can’t deal with that when I want to relax and read my book. Starbucks is filled with kids. Costa is filled with 40-year olds thinking they are kids but I do like the one near the uni, as its near to my house and filled with students who are always fun and the people that run it also get a gold star for service. But I miss those independent coffee houses where people know your name (like Cheers) and are not mass produced. You’d think that Cyprus that guzzles hundreds of gallons of coffee a day would realize that but surprisingly we haven’t. Coffee anyone?
PS... the next post will be the 300th!










