The 200th anniversary of the birth of Lord Byron was celebrated in Athens on January 22 with the opening of the “Lord Byron in Greece” exhibition and a dinner party at the British Embassy where much Samian wine was dashed down the throats of eminent philhellenes.
The time has come to update “The Athenian” readers once more on the ongoing saga of the Freaks and the Jerks which took a new turn last month on the ski slopes of a Swiss winter resort.
Imagine a spare figure in a cape of wool homespun, a nose that a Roman emperor would have envied, jet-black hair often jammed into a turban, flashing wide-apart eyes, a long and loping gait, a contralto voice that got a bit scratchy with age, like an old much-loved phonograph record.
In wishing one another the best for the New Year, Athenians, like most people, have a lot of good things in mind: peace, prosperity, more basketball and football victories, cheaper cars, the return of the Parthenon (alias Elgin) marbles, fewer forest fires, more housing for university students, lots of well-heeled tourists, free radio stations and early elections. Above all, they wish each other good health.
The following books, all published by the Cultural Cooperative of Kato Koukaki, are first editions, bound in gold-embossed, crocodile skin and printed on fine vellum.
There is an interesting new amendment to a law on crime prevention being discussed in parliament these days. It states that insulting certain ‘persons of authority’ in this country should be liable to more stringent punishment.
The psychiatrist settled back in his chair with his notebook and pencil at the ready and said to the shaggy-haired, paunchy man who lay on his couch.
ON a dung-heap somewhere in Western Europe, a colony of bacteria was holding its annual congress.
