More Geraldinho

The heat is on in London town and this weekend nothing much happened apart from lying down and hanging out in the garden. Our daily visitor Geraldinho is slowly starting to feel more at home and yesterday she actually came upstairs to hangout on my bed whilst I was watching the Star Trek Voyager (5 episodes in a row on Virgin1!).

So far she has only slept on the stairs when in the house but maybe from now on she will appreciate the soft bed, to which she is welcome at any time :)

Goodbye Farrah!

Beautiful Farrah Fawcett passed away yesterday and it made me feel quite sad. Farrah is best remembered for her Television role as private investigator Jill Munroe in the TV series Charlie’s Angels. I was in my pre teens in 1976 when Charlie's Angels burst into my TV screen. I could not believe that these pretty ladies were kicking arse and putting bad guys away. Needles to say, Farrah with her incredible hair was my favourite and it is very sad that she is gone. Respect!

It's a Thursday

Thursday morning and this week is moving along nicely towards the weekend. Nothing has happened so nothing to report. Summer has arrived momentarily to London town and I have been watching it from my desk at work. 65 sleeps to Arillas...*deep sigh*

Kefalonia Video

The weather being what it has this weekend has provided me with a chance to do a video of the Kefalonia holiday with the help of One True Media. I am not a movie director and I have no idea about how to cut film but here you are anyway and I am sure you get the gist of the life in the village.

Agia Efimia - Kefalonia May 2009

Midsummer in SW19

Tomorrow is the longest day of the year and tonight we have our version of Finnish Juhannus. I will try and get as drunk as my friends and some relatives in Finland :)

This picture is from Kefalonia of me standing in the Ionian Sea, but I think it captures the Juhannus spirit (and my bingo wings). Happy Midsummer everyone!

Friday Eye Candy

It is Friday so a bit of eye candy is in order. On BBC2 started the quite funny Kröd Mändoon last week and leading the silly men, women and others in the woods is quite tasty Sean Maguire as Kröd Mändoon. He was showing off his gorgeous body in Meet The Spartans and he continues to do so in Krod Mändoon. I don't mind at all and he can come and ravish me any time. As a bonus, the good man is also a Tottenham supporter. Niiiiice!

Holidays keep on coming

Whilst the British summer plods along with sunshine and showers, my head is already in future travels. After Arillas and Lisbon, Min and I decided to praise the Czech capital Prague with our presence for a few days in November. Good times!

Forever Single

They have found an genetic explanation on why some women (like me) never commit. This article in Times Online is promoting a book called Kiss and Run: The Single, Picky and Indecisive Girl’s Guide to Overcoming Her Fear of Commitment by Elina Furman. It claims that women like me have a 334 version of the AVPR1A gene and therefore unable to want or have a long relationship










WHICH SINGLE GIRL ARE YOU?

The Bitch
As soon as he comes out and tells her that he loves her, she’ll start on a campaign of ruthless mean-girl behaviour, from inappropriate public snarking to infidelity. He will, eventually, leave her. Then she becomes The Victim.

The List-Maker
Even if he fulfils that long list of requirements she has for an ideal mate — from body hair to bank account — she’ll find another detail (the noise he made eating moules) that is, in the end, a deal-breaker.

The Freedom Junkie
Has a huge appetite for life, great hunger for new experiences, is constantly making exciting plans. Men can’t keep up. She can’t keep still. Is always travelling. Fundamentally, probably has a deep-seated fear of death.

The Victim
Either persistently dates men who cannot offer them real commitment (married, excessively self-interested, geographically or emotionally remote) or simply indulges in a broad spectrum of commitment-phobic behaviour while continually wailing, “What is wrong with me?” and grumbling about the lack of decent men out there.

The Love Addict
It’s all “he’s the one”, until the romance runs out, and then she loses interest/gets bored/starts nitpicking/creates drama.

The Joyous Commitment Agnostic
May have worked through all the pathologies above and now simply couldn’t give a toss about relationships, has a nice life and doesn’t care who knows it.

I have been all of those single girls at some point in my life. At the moment you could call me the Joyous Commitment Agnostic :)

It is nice to be labelled. Or is it?

Lazy Saturday

Geraldinho lounging in the garden with me today. Lazy days in Colliers Wood...

Seen on London street this week

Michelin Man and his escort (walking down Garrick Street) covering him with an umbrella. I thought he was made of plastic? The picture quality is not the best as it was taken with my phone.

THANK YOU NORTHERN LINE!

I am always ready to criticise the Northern Line at the drop of a hat, but this week they really came through and got me to work and back as usual during the stupid RMT strike. Thank you :)

Also a big thank you to all the Aslef staff who saw sense and did not join to this totally unnecessary strike action.

Stop it Bob!

Here the England fans say it like it is about the RMT Union leader last night at Wembley.

3 nice things before 9am

- I slept like a baby and woke up smiling after a nice dream

- Northern Line was working despite the RMT strike so I got to work no problem

- It didn't start to rain until I was at work

Rain and loathing in London town

It is not so nice to be back in the rainy old Blighty where the politicians get their luxuries paid by us the mere mortal tax payers. If that doesn't give you indigestion, then there is always the question of the unelected "leader" who just won't go and he won't call an election. Hell in a handcart? You betcha and with considerable speed.

And if the weather and politicians dont manage to grind you down, there is always the lovely RMT Union to distrubt and bring to a standstill the whole of the London Underground network starting 18.59 tonight and lasting 48 hours. I wonder how long it will take me to get to work and back tomorrow and Thursday?

Well, sod the lot of yous unions and politicians as I have mere 81 sleeps for my next holiday. I will keep the sunshine in my mind and try to ignore you the best I can *blowing a rasberry*

Kefalonia in pictures

Here I am back in dreary London town after travelling most of the day yesterday. But having had the good sense of taking today off from work, I could spend most of it doing laundry and I also went and had my nails done. Here are some of the pictures (that can be published!) of our time in Agia Efimia Kefalonia.

Most of the correspondence was handled in our office in fior d'amore

My bedroom was adequate size and the bed was very comfortable

My base camp on the little beach

This cute little fella whom we called Black Pooley hung on the beach with us most days

Bella is the grand old lady of the village canines and a gorgeous old girl

The cutest girl Purdey who is holding my hand resides with lovely Peter and Sue who rescued her from being tied to a hedge and abandoned

Much needed shade was provided by this old olive tree

Good life contemplating what to have for lunch

White wine was a stable part of our diet

There was some food as well at lunch

And at dinner, but naturally with some vino

Assorted motley crew hanging out in fior d'amore

Bye Kefalonia

Here I am sitting in fior d'amour having a last frappe and musing about the past two weeks here in Agia Efimia. It has been really relaxing and although we never actually left the village in all this time, there was never a boring moment. Ambitions of visiting vine yards and other places and beaches vanished with the thoughts of having to drive, which would of meant making an actual effort.

New friends have been made, gorgeous food has been consumed and lots of cold drinks have gone down a treat. My head is in a place where nothing really bothers me and that really is THE reason for holidays. Heavy got home to Finland around 6 am and had a dentist appointment at 8 am. Talking about back to painful reality and I hope it went ok!

The only negative thing that happened in the past two weeks was that I got three mosquito bites after forgetting to plug in the repellent in the apartment on the second night . But even the nasty bites vanished nicely with Heavy's cortisone cream before they got too itchy, so it is barely worth mentioning.

Thank you Agia Efimia and even though I did not fall in love with this place, it did treat us very nicely and objective of doing much nothing was achieved with honours :)

Only Finn in the village :(

Here I am the only Finn in the village after waving off Heavy slightly schossled in a taxi after rather moist afternoon session with our new friends Sue and Pete and their lovely rescue dog Purdey to the airport in Argostoli.

I am now sitting alone in Gialos with my large Mythos and feeling rather sad watching Argentina v Holland youngsters on the telly with only a large Mythos for company.

Today I have been mostly...