February 3, 2014
Boom! What a fucking awesome weekend I had. It started when Lee arrived with Joel last Thursday evening and we all stayed up stupid late watching horror films and snuggled up. Lee fell asleep on me a few times, but I didn’t mind at all, I was over the frickin moon just to have him beside me, all squished.
We left at 1:30am and Lee wanted to walk me home, even though it’s only a few minutes walk. The house was a whole lot of quiet so Lee just crept upstairs with me and we spent another few hours in passionate sexual bliss!
Luckily he woke up at 6am cos we hadn’t set the bloody alarm…close, real close.
I went to college but decided to leave at lunchtime cos I was knaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaackered and couldn’t keep my eyes open. I fell asleep on the bus and nearly missed my stop. Duh. I didn’t text Lee, just crawled into bed and fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow. I woke up at 4:30 when Mum came back. I heard Chester barking.
Anyway, we set off about 6 and Mum and Dad seemed weird. They were eyeing Lee closely when he was taking my bag to the car and Dad embarrassingly had to say ‘Look after Casey.’ No, he’s gonna drown me after subjecting my body and soul to endless hours of necrofilia! Man….lame. Tediously lame.
We bombed it down the motorway with some great tunes blasting out, although Joel likes his indie stuff more than rock and metal and we kept digging him for that. He kept trying to play us some 90s bands like…er…I can’t remember…Inspiral Carpets? eh something like that, and Primal Scream. Those two are the only ones I remember. I’m not that into it, but I like one particular track:
It kinda encompasses the mood of the whole weekend!
So it was a 4 hour car drive but it went really fast, we were all enjoying ripping the shit out of Joel and his bizarre indie tastes! We pulled up outside the student house in Tottenham. It was in a square with a fucked up church in the middle, all overgrown. The house loomed over us like a gothic cloud. Four stories of pure shambles. I loved it. The front door was up a flight of stone steps that had worn away over the years. There were still those mosaic tiles in the entrance, some of them had fallen off and lay crumbled on the floor, some others had been kicked into the front ‘garden’. It was amazing inside, one bedroom at the front, Chloe’s (but she was at work) and then through the long corridor the kitchen and the rickety old wooden stairs. Lee’s room is on the third floor with Joel’s and Annabitch has got the attic. There are two bathroom, one on Lee’s level and one toilet downstairs.
I went straight to Lee’s room to put my bags in there. Claimed! Annabitch didn’t seem to be around. Good. I hoped she didn’t appear at all. Of course she did, but I digress.
It was cold and dark so we all congregated in the kitchen with the massive old wooden table that had a broken leg and thy had put a couple of magazines under the foot to balance it. The table was the only object in that kitchen that didn’t have things strewn all over it. Pans, plates, food, bread, wine bottles….all over the worktops. Oh I wished I lived there! The table was clean and only had a candle in the middle of it in a big cut glass pink plate that contained loads of bits of paper. Apparently that is where they put messages to each other. On the top was a torn in half sticky note that said ‘Buy bread you twats, love Joel’ on it. Ha.
We had toast, so someone had bought the bread, and then we went into the living room which was on the other side of the kitchen area. A massive sofa, two tatty but oh so comfy looking armchairs, a huge patchwork rug that had holes in, a massive wall length bookcase FULL of books and art stuff and a flat screen TV. Apparently Joel’s.
We all sat there and got slowly pissed. I was tired but so happy and kind of surreal. I was away from my Nazis and in this massive bohemian palace, the sound of traffic outside, rushing by, police sirens wailing every so often, people outside laughing and shouting. It was ALIVE.
We went up to bed soooo late. Me and Lee just snuggled under the duvet and fell into long blissful sleep. I woke up a few times with a headache but couldn’t remember where the hell the bathroom was so just went back to sleep, Lee clinging to me. The single bad was cosy, man. I miss it.
We woke up at about 10am and I felt like shit. Lee went and got us some water, coffee and toast.. It was ace to sit up in bed and watch silly stuff on TV while we ate and laughed. Joel kept tapping on our door but Lee warned him away and he pushed a note under the door to call us ass clowns. Nice. Hahaha.
I had a shower. While I was in there I heard Lee talking to someone outside the door, saying that I was in there. A girl’s voice I recognised, Annabitch was there. I didn’t want to see that fucking bitch, so listened outside the door til she had gone and slipped back into the haven of Lee’s room.
Later on we went for a walk around Tottenham and then caught the tube into Camden Market, I had been there before with Dad, but it was even cooler than I remembered. Lee bought me a cool American Indian type tshirt with a symbol of freedom on it. I bought some rings and bracelets. I gave one to Lee, it looked good on him, Bronze with celtic patterns on.
We went to get a snack in a pub called The Hawley Arms. Awesome vegetarian and vegan options. Joel started taking the piss out of me and Lee but however hard he tried, he couldn’t catch me out. I have spent too many years arguing my points with ignorant twats! He LOST badly!
Me and Lisa had all day tube tickets and the guys had Oyster Cards so we decided to go to a few places around the centre, but not Oxford Street or any heaving nightmare places. We went to Atlantis European in Whitehall, which is like a MASSIVE artist’s emporium of delights! Lee needed some supplies and I bought a few odds and ends too. We then found an exquisite old market and I bought a gorgeous indian blouse for 50p!
I took some cracking photos in Whitechapel. I googled all the places where Jack the Ripper’s victims were found. Joel thought I was grim. I thought he was a douche. Hahaha. We went in the art gallery but we didn’t rate the stuff hanging in there.
Our hangovers starting getting the better of us so we went back to Tottenham. The walk from the tube station seemed soooooooooo long. Lee said that London is the most tiring city EVER to live in. When you are tired, like most of the time, everything seems huge, crowded and too far away. I get that but I still love it.
We slept for a bit when we got back. I saw Annabitch in the kitchen and she tried a smile. I didn’t bother cos I’m not a hypocrite. Chloe joined us in the living room. She seemed ok, quiet but sweet. Maybe a bit too sickly sweet for me. Annabelle sat in for a while and glared at me when she thought no one was looking her way. Lee went out when she did and they were talking in the kitchen. Awkward. Lisa tried to keep me talking until Lee came back. Distracting me?
Then we planned our moves for the evening. The guys discussed which pubs would be best and nearest. Our tube tickets lasted up til midnight but obviously we would be out later. We decided to get a cab back, but not go too far. Taxi are heaped up expensive apparently. Annabelle declared she wanted to come out with us which apart from pissing me off no end, made it difficult as we would need 2 taxis. Chloe managed to persuade her to stay in and watch some DVDs with her. Thanks Chloe! Chloe seems to sense how I feel about her.
So we got ready. I wore black. Lee loved my look. I loved Lee’s look. I could have stayed in and ravished him but the plan was to go out….hahaha.
So to shorten this part of the story. I got pissed as a fart AGAIN and posted some stupid shit on facebook via my phone while in the toilet of The Crobar in Tottenham, Lisa threw up in there and missed the loo bowl. Foul. But funny.
We also went to Garlic and Shots which is a goth/metal/rock pub like The Crowbar. Amazing. Of course Joel wanted to go to some Indie pubs but there weren’t any around there apart from The Good Ship but it was heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaving.
I don’t remember much of the rest! Just Lee telling me to stop smoking so many fags and Lee getting a bit pissed off with a guy who was trying to look too closely at my pentagram, LOL! I don’t know who I was smoking with but I must have been outside as it’s clearly forbidden inside pubs. I had loads of tobacco left on sunday so someone must have given me their fags. Joel? Maybe.
Sunday. Well. It was hell to wake up to but we found a cure and didn’t surface from the bed room until about 2pm when we had food and a shower, needing to get sorted so that Joel could take us back later on. And the rest you’all can imagine. The deathly blanket of silence as we left the tangle and hustle of London and back into the slow twirl of the countryside and the quiet. Boring. Listless. Lonely…………
What a weekend. I have felt dead since I got back here. I see Lee’s room on Skype and it feels nice that I have spent time in there, like it’s now OUR room, but frankly I AM NOT THERE so it SUCKS. 😦
January 23, 2014
Tomorrow! I get to squidge my Lee. I get to go in the car with him all the way to London huddled up on the back seat. Then we get to sleep in the same bed TWICE without having to set dumbass irritating alarms so he has to get up and avoid my parents. No. We will wake up when WE want to. May not even get out of bed on Saturday. Note to self REMEMBER TO SWITCH LAPTOP OFF BEFORE LEAVING TOMORROW NIGHT or else someone (mum!) will ‘accidently’ come into my room and see skype on which is directed at Lee’s bed. I will be in it. I will be crucified and hung. Lee will be banned from my house. I will not have the desire to exist anymore.
I have packed my best stuff to wear and most of my toiletries are ready. Just got some stuff to do for Theatre Studies like a few sketches for a tutorial on Monday. This is my idea for a scene of a play that we are going to put on as a group. I am doing the scenes and the others; Trudy, Mark and Kishan are writing it.
Also the conclusion to my Lit essay on Maya Angelou’s Passing Time (which I love)
Your skin Like dawn
Mine like musk
One paints the beginning
of a certain end.
The other, the end of a
Anyways, why am I on about college? Jesus. I am SO looking forward to London. I have got about £70 for two days but I know Lee won’t want to drink that much and he won’t want me smoking in his room, so really I guess we’ll go to the Union bar and maybe the cinema. oh and takeout, which we never get at home cos no takeout place will deliver so far into the depths of frickin NOWHERE lol.
Oh man. I can’t believe it! I won’t want to come back will I?
I might have to slap Annabitch as well. It WAS her who switched off Skype. Lee is well fucked off with that cow. Apparently she apologised profusely to him and he asked her why but she couldn’t give a reason. I know though. Bitch tried to stop us from talking. Well, oh look you FUCKING mentalist, we are STILL talking and in love and going to spend the weekend together! You can keep your goth face OUT of Lee’s room and your face will remain away from my face unless you want it slapping more than once!!!!
April 20, 2013
Sometimes it’s just too much to even look at these. Today I put some as backgrounds on my lappy. I miss Yiayia and her stupid talk about boyfriends and why I dye my hair blue. Paps just used to sit there sipping coffee and beaming at me. It’s not fair. They are my flesh and blood but they won’t come to England. They think they are too old…..Yiayia has never been out of Greece, never been on a plane. What a life…just being at home all day learning how to cook and bringing up her kids. My Dad and my Aunt Sophia. God, she is a weirdo though! I dunno…I kinda liked her but she was so loud. Like, why dye your hair blonde if you have got naturally BLACK hair and olive skin? No! I would LOVE to have black hair and olive skin! Look at me. To say I am Half Greco, it sucks really that I took Mum’s complexion! WHY GOD, WHY?????
‘Itan para poli wraia na se xerw…..elpizw oti mia mera, tha ksanasinandoume…tha mou leipseis poli’
I don’t know if I remember that right….D wrote it down in English letters for me and wouldn’t translate it. I lost it though, I have looked everywhere for it. I didn’t dare ask dad in case it’s something ‘personal’ hahaha. I can’t google it to translate because it’s not in proper Greek letters………Damn!
Some more shots of the city of light!
this one is near where we got off the bus in the centre. I LOVE the way it looks so intense with the shops and apartments stacked up…and then an ancient church next to it.
a random night shot along the port front….can you tell I was wasted? hahaha
D took this…right down a step nearly touching the water in the port. I was too drunk to do it I would have landed in there for sure!
around the same area by day…
random backstreet shot
D made me go up the White Tower even though I was shitting myself. He took this so I would be able to see the view at least from a camera. He called me ‘Kota’ which I believe is CHICKEN.
ancient ruins in the midst of this heaving and wonderfully mad city centre! All the shops round here are hippy/goth/arty.
abandoned baby! Oh yeh!
one of the cafe’s where I drank copious Frappe’s (gliko me gala!)
We walked this strip til we wore it down I reckon!
random cool shot of nice buildings…The National Bank I think
Some big protest…….can’t remember what about. Apparently it’s always happening. Good!
Oh MAN look at those apartment buildings!
What does Casey want for Christmas? One of those blue ones! Er…dream on.
Oh I was sent this video…D says it is one of the best (traditional) Greek singers and the song is about Thessaloniki.
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Σ ΑΝΑΖΗΤΩ ΣΤΗ ΣΑΛΟΝΙΚΗ
means something like; I explore or delve into Saloniki
I suppose like he wants to know everything about the place. Like I do!
April 20, 2013
I have been back for…*working it out*…oh, a week! Jesus I didn’t even realise it was a week ago since I flung my bags and laptop down on my bed in my attic room and wanted to die of exhaustion and from the black cloud that was pouring freezing, blinding rain onto my shit life.
Yeh well. As you can probs work out, I am non too happy to be back in this dark, cold, rainy country where no one smiles. My only saving graces are the two men in my life who are here. Lee and Dimitris.
Basically (I hate people who say that but there, I said it and don’t give a fuck) I have been catching up on all my college work and Skyping lee and Dimitri. Nothing else. I miss Thessaloniki so much it hurts. I have been trying to work out a way to go and live there but Dad says that it’s impossible nowadays with the crisis and all that jazz. He says it isn’t even worth me studying there as there are no good Universities for Arts or Design and I would have to know Greek to like, an AMAZING standard to even be able to get by. And A levels probs wouldn’t count as a way in cos money apparently has more standing than exam results. In other words parents BRIBE the universities to take their kids on. Really now?!! No wonder Dad studied here.
But that doesn’t make me feel any better. I’m so utterly damn confused about everything.
Sometimes I wish I had never gone to Thessaloniki but then…no I don’t cos it was frickin awesome!
I even miss my little garconiera.
I miss Dimitri. We got up to some crap! The last two nights we stayed up on the balcony til 3am and I got royally pissed and then he took me for drives around the city and we went for some beers on the VERY last night but don’t tell M&D cos they forbade it. Well they should know not to forbid Casey cos she will do it. For sure.
Yeh so what about Lee?
I got to Skype with him a bit more when I got back but it was late. Like 2am til fall asleep on top of the laptop type of late. He is working so hard and I am deeply shitting myself about him. He never stops! He has got dark rings under his eyes every time I chat with him and he slurs his speech. I don’t think his M&D realise how many shifts he is working right now. I feel like going over there and telling them but I think they’ve got enough to worry about. Like his Dad finding a job! My M&D have been helping out a lot like making them food and Mum has been there to help her clean and do stuff around the house. That’s more for a friendly ear though I reckon. Lisa said he had an interview while we were away but didn’t get it after all that so that made him feel loads worse. Shit. Lee is sending money home I think as well.
I know he loves me but he hasn’t told me for ages now. I don’t want to stress him out with my shit so I tell Dimitri everything. We have grown close and I afraid that I’m spending more time talking with him than Lee. What can I do though? He is also having probs with his girlfriend so we are kinda consoling each other. I think he likes me more than mates but I can’t ‘entertain’ that thought right now. Why do things happen when you least NEED them to? He has said I can go stay with him in Manchester whenever I want but I think, and this is the plain fucking truth, we would end up doing something and I don’t want that shit on my shoulders as well. We came pretty close to kissing in the car when we got back on the last night and we had been to this cool as SHIT rock bar above an old indoor market place. (I can’t remember the name of it now). He was looking at me right in the eyes….IN the eyes and he said that he had had the best week with me and he would miss me loads. We hugged and..and…and…well you know. It was on the cards but we both kinda laughed it off and got out the car. Awkwardly.
I love Lee with all my heart. It’s just that Dimitri is different to any guy I have ever met. He is part of my roots, part of that part of me that I have just found. That beautiful city of light. It’s so so so magical. He IS that place and so therefore he IS me.
I haven’t said anything to Lee or him about how I feel. I do feel lucky to have them both in my life though. Of course I told Lee about him and he didn’t seem to mind..when I told him we were just friends. Are we though?
Anyway. He will probably sort stuff out with his girl and Lee’s Dad will find a job and everything will get back to normal. I will soon forget how empty I feel now and how amazing Greece is. I will be comfortably numb, sitting up here dreaming about the summer hols when I can see Lee. Everything will be great again when he comes here and we play the game of climb the tree to my room and sleep together til dawn. Except the fucking tree will have leaves on it then so it’ll be a bitch to climb up and down. Hahaha poor Lee!
Yes. Life will be good again. I hope……..
For now I will be playing Greek Rock music as recommended by Dim (or Jim as his English buds call him) and posting some more of my Thessaloniki pictures so I can stare at them some more. And weep.
Let it continue…..
Xilina Spathia (The wooden Swords)
Xartinos Ouranos (Paper Sky)
Pix Lax (Punch Kick)
Monaxia mou ola (My loneliness is everything)
Pou isouna fws mou (where were you, my light)
(btw I am trying to translate some of these songs with the help of D of course. That last one has beautifully dark lyrics about love and pain).
April 5, 2013
You see, I am learning Greek quite fast! I have started to practice the alphabet and writing the letters. It seems to come easily, I guess it’s genetic. Dad’s really happy and so is Y&P. I really want to be able to communicate with them properly someday.
So last night, Dimitri shouted across at me from his balcony and I parked my chair at the end of my balcony. His balcony almost touches mine so it was like I was in there. There were 5 guys all playing guitar and singing. They kept passing me bottles of beers (Mythos..I love it) and I got a bit drunk hahaha. They played mostly Greek songs and Dimitri kept reminding them that I didn’t really understand so they would play some stuff I knew. Led Zeppelin was popular with them and some Nirvana which I sang along to pretty loudly! I kept expecting someone to come out and bollock us for being loud but of course this is Greece. No one seems to give a shit although Dad said he could hear them and that the ‘noise’ stopped at about 3am. Whoops! Greek boys are fricking sexy I have to say at this point. One of them, I think he was called Kostas, kept staring at me and spent most of the evening singing AT me, I could tell. He was really cute. I think I like the dark skin and hair. Hahaa. Lee is dark as well but he has got fair skin.
They taught me some words that apparently I need to know…like Malakas WANKER……hahahaha! And how to say Fuck you which is Gamisoo….they said it a lot to each other as well as Malaka and I kept laughing. Apparently it’s normal and friendly, wtf ok then! I said to Dimitri, if this isn’t arguing I wanna see what you’re like when you’re really pissed with each other..he thought it was funny and said that it’s pretty ugly. They kept doing a hand gesture that I love as well…hand in your face, like NAAH! You’re an idiot and need to shut up type of thing….Oh I love it.
So today I went out with the oldies and we went for another walk (a TOO SHORT walk!) around the city. I just love it so much! Dad told me that there was a massive fire and that the city centre was designed by a French architect after that. It is really beautiful. The buildings are mixed up like you get modern ones sandwiched in between an ancient church and a french style one. There are also LOADS of abandoned ones as well. I was standing there just staring up and Dad had to drag me away. I really REALLY want to go out and explore ON MY OWN. I don’t think Dad will let that happen. Fuck it…Gamisoo!
I had given Dimitri my number to call me so we could go out for a coffee. BUT he called me whilst I was out with the oldies and I told Dad and he was like, oh let’s all go for a coffee down the port area………WTF? Y&P wanted to as well so I had to EMBARRASSINGLY tell Dimitri. Thing is he was cool about it. What is it with young people that they LIKE adult company? I was a bit pissed off but what could I do? Dad told him where we were gonna be and we met him there. I had ordered a normal coffee (ena Ness!) but when Dimitri got there he ordered a Frappe! When it came I was like WHAT? It’s cold coffee in a tall glass and it looks like it’s got a massive head on it. He let me try and and WOAHHHH it’s amazing. He then said why don’t I order one and I thought hmmmm so I said to him, let’s go somewhere else and I’ll order one there. I think he got the hint and we stuck around for another 20 minutes and then excused ourselves. M&D gave me looks as if to say DON’T YOU DARE do anything..but Yiayia was like, nudging Dad and getting all excited making a shooing gesture with her hand. She was saying that Dimitri is a good kid (kalo paythee) and that I would be ok with him. Yiayia I love you! AGAPI MOO! (My love!)
So we walked down the port area towards the White Tower (which I have to say isn’t white hahaha) and Dimitri told me all about Manchester and how he settled in and where he goes out etc. I told him my plans for Uni and he was really interested in my Art work and what I do with my clothes! We then talked about how hard it is for me with Lee being so far away and stuff. Get this though. His girlfriend is studying in Athens! OMG how crap! He hardly ever sees her, like this Easter for example, she has to spend it with her family in somewhere called…I can’t remember…something like Serress? It’s not far from Thessaloniki but they hardly see each other cos then he goes back to UK. I think the summer will be their time. I can’t imagine that shit.
We sat at a cafe outdoors at the end of the port area opposite the White Tower and I ordered my own Frappe! I am properly drinking this for ever now! Dimitri was impressed cos I asked him how to order it and I apparently said it perfectly: Thelo ena frappe gliko me gala (I want a sweet Frappe with milk) CHECK ME OUT!
We had a fun time there, he was teaching me some phrase that I can’t remember now…too many, my brain is overloaded! And that guy knows SO many people! Girls and guys would walk past and they would stop and kiss him like two or three times on the cheek or do a kind of high five thing (boys) and talk for ages, all animated like they were on a high. I so wished I could join in and talk as well, I felt like a dick. He was very polite and told all of them my name. So sweet. One girl stopped for a bit and had a coffee as well. She spoke really good English and asked me some stuff. Her name was Popi. She seemed quite er…how can I say it…over dramatic? I dunno…a bit egotistical and the way she was flicking her hair around got on my nerves. She had too much perfume on and exceptionally high heeled shoes……I wasn’t jealous…no, I have defo decided I wasn’t..I don’t know, just something about her. She seemed fake. Is that a Greek girl trait?
I jokingly said to Dimitri that she was flirting with him and he was like, no…..he said that most Greek girls like attention and flirt continuously. He seemed quite down on them in general. He said that they are difficult to read and like to play mind games. I asked him about his girlfriend (called Alexandra) and he said that she is a rocker with pink hair and Doc martens. She doesn’t go in for all that crap. Ha! He said that Thessaloniki girls are generally more down to earth and alternative thinking, whereas girls from Athens and the islands are the mind players. Interesting! He likes to stereotype, but who am I to say….
So we got the bus back and we said goodbye in the corridor…..and he frickin kissed me on the cheeks…three times I think. But I KNOW it’s normal here..hmmm I do find him really attractive though…NO NO Casey stop!!!
Here are some photos:
Dimitri with his cheeky grin after laughing at me trying to repeat phrases to him in Greek!
where I walked with the oldies, not far from the port area.
And some abandoned buildings!
actually this isn’t, but it’s gorgeous anyways!
I can’t wait for tomorrow!
- Thessaloniki: Holiday destination (richysheart.com)
April 4, 2013
Well, what an experience. I am sitting in my little room with my own bathroom and kitchen area, my Yiayia and Papous are sleeping in their apartment next door (it’s called ipnaki-little sleep) after our massive meal (again). I would seriously be the size of a house in no time at all if I lived here!
There’s sooooooooo much to write about!
Mum and Dad have gone out for a walk. I decided to stay in and write my blog and see if Lee is around. He’s not. He is at work as I knew but I had to check. I miss him so much. We haven’t seen each other since I left, on Skype I mean, cos of a few factors, mainly that I haven’t been able to get online til this afternoon. ‘Greekgran’ and Papous haven’t got internet connection so I have been calling Lee on my mobile before sleep. I am 2 hours ahead of him now so luckily he has finished work by the time I call at about 12 UK time (2am here haha!) It’s really nice here. Y&P have only got 2 bedrooms now as they have made one of their smaller bedrooms into a dining area. When my Dad lived here, there was him and his sister as well. (She is coming on Saturday, Sofia is her name. I met her once when she came to visit us but I can’t really remember her). Now M&D are in the only spare room but Y&P own a little studio next door which in Greek is called a ‘Garconiera’. They used to rent it out but haven’t had a tenant in there for a few months. Yiayia said I may as well sleep there as the sofa is a bit uncomfortable in the apartment. I am so glad cos I get my space (to Skype/talk to Lee) and go to bed/get up what time I want and Yiayia has put some coffee (fuck it’s STRONG!) in here and some stuff for breaky (hard rings of bread with sesame seeds on. I can’t remember what they are called but I love them).
I have also got a little balcony. I want to stay here forever! The evenings have been really mild and I have been sitting out on a little chair and listening to the city streets below and the Greeks being loud. They are soooo noisy. I can also see into other people’s apartments cos the streets are narrow around here. I love it! I wish Lee was here. I took this and put it in black and white cos it suits the vibe of this city…
So anyways I am able to be online thanks to a new friend of mine called Dimitri. He lives next door and we bumped into each other in the lift yesterday when I was with the oldies. He spoke to Yiayia and Papous (from now on Y&P) and said Hi to me and after he got out downstairs, my Dad translated from what Yiayia said that he is a good kid who always helps Y&P out when they need. I get the impression that Greek kids are much more respectful of old people than we are in UK. I have seen kids help old people across the roads and they speak to them in respectful ways from what I can tell. I don’t know what anyone is saying, I have to admit, they all talk so frickin fast! He did come in later and we talked for a bit. Get this…..He is studying Business and Finance at Manchester Uni! Not far at all from where I live. He is home for Easter hols as it’s a big celebration here. He said he’s pretty busy this week but offered to take me out to see some sites and go for a drink with his friends. Fucking Dad was quick to point out I am not yet 18! OMG! Anyways we have arranged to go out tomorrow for a coffee at the port front where all the bars and cafes are. I can’t wait. Just as mates though, however gorgeous he is. And he really is! Oh yeh…he gave me his key code or whatever for his internet so I hooked up to his. At 7 o’clock, Dimitri told me that he is gonna be on his balcony with some mates of his jamming! So basically I can sit on my balcony and his is right next to mine so I can sit right at the end and join in. There isn’t much privacy living in a block of apartments like this one. Totally the opposite to my attic room!
So what have we done so far.
It was awesome on Tuesday cos Pops took me to the airport at stupid o’clock to get my 6:30am flight. I was monged out to fuck and didn’t wake up properly til I landed in Thessaloniki. It was then about 11:30 being 2 hours ahead of Uk and it was pretty warm when I got off the plane. Dead weird was the sense of bustle…I can’t explain it well, just that Greeks seem to be really loud and over the top. All I could hear was this weird language and like they were all arguing. I have realised that they are not though…well most of the time anyway!
I got this off the internet..just to show how Thessaloniki is written in Greek letters.
Dad was there with Papous and Mum in his ancient car. I couldn’t believe it! Paps was talking non stop and poor Mum was just shrugging her shoulders at me as she didn’t understand a fucking word they were saying. Paps seemed ace and kept Dad busy asking me stuff through him. He LIKES my blue hair! Suck on THAT Mum and Dad who told me to wash it out before I came here cos they were conventional the Greeks. Yeh ok. Do you know how many colours of hair I’ve seen and I’ve only been here a few days! Shut up dad…….
We drove towards the city and I was quite surprised by all the high rises…but somehow they are NICE not like in UK. Y&P live in an area East of the city centre which is quite modern compared to the centre itself. I love the city centre by the way. We went yesterday. It’s just BEAUTIFUL. I’d call it shabby chic…just the right place for a rock music video or a horror film. I have got some photos but they aren’t great. I will put them at the end of this post.
So then we get to the apartment block and go up in the retro lift to the 5th floor. How much do I love this building? I could hear weird music coming from behind the doors I guessed it was traditional Greek. It made me feel like I was back in time. Oh my God I love it! I will post some Greek music as well.
Yiayia. Well I fell in love with her the moment I saw her! She is tiny and has got the strongest hug ever! She wouldn’t let me breath and she was saying stuff to me and stroking my face, then she started crying! Dad translated and she was saying stuff like I was her flower and her heart! Oh my God. We sat on the balcony and she made us Greek coffee which I nearly choked on it was so strong, and Yiayia did not stop to breath I swear down. Mum was just sat there smiling and trying to understand. Paps was quiet but he was smiling at me the whole time. I got the distinct impression that the women are the dominant forces in a Greek household. Go Yiayia! She kept calling me ‘Paythee moo’ (that’s what it sounds like) and it means ‘my child’ and also ‘kartheea moo’ MY HEART. I love both of them! She kept bringing out mounds of homemade biscuits. I felt fucking sick by 1 o’clock and then she announced it was time to eat! WTF now? Hahahaha.
THE FOOD WAS AMAZING! Dad had already explained that I don’t eat meat, which they couldn’t understand at all. I tried to get Dad to explain but it seemed to fall on dead ears that I love animals and don’t want to eat them. Dad explained to me that in Greece it’s not really understood. There was so much lamb on that table that I thought I would throw up at one point, but Mum kept nudging me under the table as if to say, try not to look so disgusted. I ate a lot though…some FUCKING AMAZING things called Dolmathakia which are leaves stuffed with rice. I know it sounds gross but believe me it’s SCRUMMY.
Also Yiayia, bless her, made stuffed tomatoes and peppers (with rice in) oh MAN, and also THE most delicious roast potatoes I have EVER tasted.
Greek food. YEH BABY! And then the sweets. Well, you can imagine! I seriously thought I was gonna explode all over the dining room.
Then it was nap time for Y&P and so first her and Dad showed me the garconiera. I was well pleased with it! Here’s a photo of the bed area. Look you can see my lap top there on the bed. And no, that’s NOT my big soft bear there, it was DAD’s!!!! And you can see Dad’s school books and stuff in the old bookcase. If you turn from this view to the right there’s the door to the bathroom and the room opens out with a sofa and kitchen bit with big doors on to the balcony. It’s got a cute oven that sits on top of the work surface with 3 rings on the top of it. Yiayia showed me how to make the Greek coffee for my wake up. I boil it IN a metal jug on the hob! That TV is ace as well. So old. Lots of channels with Greeks talking too fast for comprehension, but I found a film last night in English with the weird Greek subtitles along the bottom. I really really want to learn this amazing language.
oh Dad’s calling me (well knocking on the wall and now he’s on the balcony next door calling me)….I’ll be back….
- Thessaloniki: Holiday destination (richysheart.com)
- Greek coffee may be the key to a long healthy life (lynleahz.com)
April 1, 2013
Oh my life. What a fortnight!
Just to say that it has been completely crazy.
Some bad shit has happened. Namely the worst being that Lee’s Dad has lost his job. I don’t know whether I’ve told you about Lee’s parents, but they are really nice people and don’t deserve this shit. Basically, Lee’s Pops left the house to Lee’s Dad many years ago as inheritance, but Lee told me that his Dad was taken ill and physically couldn’t work and they almost had to sell it and move away. That was a year ago. Now he has just lost his job again so they are in deep shit. There are NO jobs around here, we are out in the middle of fuckety-nowhere, and luckily for my Dad they needed a Doctor so here WE are. Not so great for them though. Lisa has been round here crying, saying that they will have to sell the house. She doesn’t want to leave here. Lee is really going out of his head with worry. He has seen his Dad almost go through a nervous break down and is concerned it might happen again. My Dad has been round there talking to his Dad and checking that he’s keeping positive.
The offset of this is that Lee has had to find a part time job in London to support himself. I didn’t see a lot of him for 3 days as he was going round people he knows asking about work. He has found a job in a pub. Not ideal, but I guess better than having to give up Uni altogether.
I am writing this as lee is getting ready to go back to London. I am beyond gutted right now. I expected to be spending my whole two weeks with him and it was going to be frickin awesome. We had been talking about it for ages, working out our plans for him climbing up to my window at night and all that. He has to work. End of.
And typically, my parents are NOT HERE now and we should have had the house to ourselves. They have gone to Greece to see my Dad’s M&D. Easter is a huge celebration out there and so they decided to go. They were pretty cool about me staying back here, although we had to go through the ‘Lee doesn’t sleep in your room under any circumstances’ bollocks. Of course he did, though!
So I am all over the place because I am going to Greece TOMORROW!!! My Gran and Pops are getting here in about an hour and tomorrow they are taking me to East Midlands Airport! I am well excited but I WANT TO BE WITH LEE.
My stuff is almost packed. Dad keeps calling me to check up on me and he has told me that it’s not that warm there so no swimsuits needed. Shame. It’s gonna be so cool! It will be weird to meet my Greek Yiayia and Papous (Granny and Grandad) and we won’t be able to talk much. I have learned kalimera, (good morning) hairetai, (nice to meet you) and ti kanete yiayia/papous (how are you doing gran/grandad).
So, here I am. Suitcase and contents strewn all over my room, Lee heading back here in about 10 minutes to say goodbye and then my Pops is arriving. Chester will go to Lee’s and Lisa will walk him. Oh man….I will write another blog but I don’t know when. I am obviously taking my laptop for skyping with Lee although Dad says Papous hasn’t got internet and Lee will be working til crap knows what time of the nights from now on.
Fuck my life.
Thessaloniki, please take my mind off all this…………..
February 17, 2013
Lee want to a party with Annabelle last night. WHY DOES THIS WIND ME THE FUCK UP SO MUCH?
We talked for about an hour before he went out and he texted me at about 2:30am to see if I was awake. I wasn’t, FOR ONCE, but again at 4am he texted me and I was….so we talked. Good news! The girl, Eva, who works in a Gallery in London, told him at the party that she will be staying at the Halls anyway so she can do the rounds at night and in the morning for the whole week if needs be. YAY! So now, Lee has to have a word with the Landlord and get them to talk on the phone and for him to agree that he trusts Eva. He is doing that AS WE SPEAK. Pleeeeeeeeeeeease let it be ok!
Then he has to persuade his M&D that he needs to come back and for either his Dad or Mum to get time off work to go down and get him…or for his parents to fork out for the train. That’s going to be the difficulty. I can’t see his parents being happy about sending him £125 for the train if it’s only to be here for a few days. More likely his Dad will go and get him. In that case he has to take a day off work…that might not be until Wednesday or Thursday. Then we have to think of project stuff to collect so we make the whole thing genuine. Although apparently Annabelle thought my idea was really good and said she might put it forward as a real branch of the Community Arts thing!
FF sake I am going mad here! Mum keeps asking me what’s wrong and of course I can’t tell her! Kate has gone to France with her M&D for the whole week and Stella is with her ‘Pooch’ as she calls him.
So what else has been going on. I did some research about Paranormal Investigating, but found out nothing I don’t already know. I want to get a dictaphone first to record any voices, or the correct name, EVPs, in my room. A few times lately, I have been awake during the night and heard that girl’s voice in my ear. ‘Mum, is that you?’ and then there has always been a shadow near the door that moves across towards the bathroom. Weirdly, I usually have my earphones in as well, so how the heck?
Yeh, so this half term is all up in the air at the moment. My Dad asked me if I’d like to go to Greece, but it means him taking time off from the surgery when there’s a lot of lurgie going around. He has been really busy with house calls. Besides, if I went there for a week, which would be frickin awesome btw, I wouldn’t get to see my boy. End of! There seems to be a chance, so Thessaloniki can wait…
Apart from Coursework and seeing Lee, I have started to plan my new spring wardrobe of hand made stuff. I am making patterns for tops like these:
They should be fairly easy. The first one is a normal top like a tshirt but with added lengths at the bottom. I have cut out around an existing tshirt and now I am attaching the long bits at the sides, gluing them like tabs so that I can just cut out 2 x sides as if it’s a complete piece.
The other one is just like a normal top again, but I am going to do some sketch ideas along the lines of owls, skeletons, butterflies etc and making card versions so I can lay them on the fabric and cut round them like a stencil.
It’s 3:55. Lee and me are skyping at 4 so I better wrap this up! Fingers crossed this works out else I’ll be as arsey as arse this half term………
- Love at My End (socyberty.com)
February 9, 2013
So instead of writing about what I haven’t done this week, I am going to write about what I have done. You will never believe it!
On Tuesday, Lee came back and announced that he had a surprise for me. He reached in his pocket and brought out some tickets. I thought, wooop, woo a concert? A gig in London? A weekend away from this prison? Even better, it was……
a few days on
Where is that? I hear you all question, eyebrows raised. Well, my buds, it’s one of the (almost) deserted islands off the coast of South West India. Yes, look this is it from afar:
Apparently, he said, it has a few small huts to stay in and that’s all. Hardly anyone goes there. And nobody would be there when we arrived. Mum and Dad thought it was an awesome idea, saying we both needed a holiday after all we had been through in the last 8 months. So Mum took me off to buy some essentials like a new bikini and stuff, and I packed my gear, thinking what an amazing turn up for the books. Oh wow, I was so excited!
Dad offered to drive us to airport on the Wednesday morning and we had to get up at 3am but I didn’t care. Once we were at the airport we checked in and then went to get a coffee. That was when the fun started.
Oh man! The flight was amazing, we talked and laughed and I felt so free. We arrived and had a two hour boat journey across to the island. It was hot and we had stripped off our jumpers and boots and put on vest tops and flip flops. We sat in the boat, Lee with his arms round me and me with my hair loose, blowing in the wind. I dozed off at one point and woke up just as we were arriving at the beach. Our beach!
It was amazing.
Golden sand, palm trees, crystal clear blue water. Hot sun.
The man pointed out our hut and we ran into it, me squealing with joy. It was basic but gorgeous. It had a double bed area with doors that opened right out onto the beach and a little wooden terrace with a table and two chairs where we could eat breakfast. There was a little bathroom with a shower on the outside at the back of the hut and a kitchen area with cupboards full of enough food for the days we would be there.
Here are some photos:
view from the hut
the hammock where we sometimes dozed together (and other things)
a waterfall we found on a walk through the forest
So you can guess how our few days together were spent. Swimming, talking, exploring, (more each other than the island!) having amazing sex, napping, eating the scrummy food, lazing around in the hammock. I got to know Lee so much better. We felt like a real couple. Free to do whatever we wanted without prying eyes. Of course we didn’t want to leave. It was our place. I hope we get to go back one day, for longer next time.
P.S. I wish! Dreeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeam on. I enjoyed my little fantasy there for a while. I almost convinced myself it was true 😦
- Top 10 International Beaches (essentialtravel.co.uk)