Cyprus - Friday 16th May 2008

Today, well, I got up at about 10am, processed some pictures from yesterday and waited for the others who eventually dragged their sorry looking arses out of bed. He he, alcohol is not good for the human body! (I finally rolled out of bed at about 12. Not overly happy about that, as I keep going on about wanting to not waste time, but there you go. At least we’ve scheduled in today as a rest day.)

We have had a great day so far. He have sat about reading, I finally got round to finishing off FOXTROT OSCAR and have given it to Sean to read. (I look forward to it. Andy’s spent much of his time with it laughing like a loon, so I hope it translates well to a civilian. I’ve spent much of the day hanging around in the pool, and writing yesterday’s entry. That’s surely the day’s writing that will finally see our artistic skills recognised and earn us that publishing deal. If not, there’s no justice in the world. Oh, I also discovered Minesweeper on Andy’s laptop. Not a good idea…)

I think I am a little bit burnt today. (Ha! Factor 50 has seen me well…) My shoulders are kinda red and I have some colour to my chest.
We are off out tonight to Anesi and then on to the Full Moon for Karaoke night.

Anesi was great, once again the food was awesome! The owner guy looks loads like the guy from KISS with the tongue. (Gene Simmonds. The similarity is striking. The food there was really good, and very cheap, which is good for the wallet. Well, I say good – it all seemed great, but I’m not sure if something disagreed with me, as I currently have a bit of a gippy stomach. Not good. The only other problem was that, for the first time, our meal seemed a little rushed. I would say we were probably there less than an hour which, for a starter and a main, doesn’t seem very long. It would have been nice to spend a little more time there, as the place is lovely, and the staff very friendly. We got to show off some of our Greek skills with the (Australian) waitress – mainly just checking we knew how to pronounce things, but still. I wish we’d been there earlier on, and would get chance to go back, but sadly that seems unlikely now.)

Off to the Full Moon PH for Singing. It was another night of listening to lil’Kev singing his lil’ heart out murdering Elvis and Beetles songs. George Funbus once again wowed the ladies with his slick hair, pencil moustache and Frank Sinatra. I sang ‘Great Balls of Fire’, ‘We Didn’t Start the Fire’ and ‘Big Balls’. (Andy loves balls.) Sean sang ‘Video Killed the Radio Star’ (Slightly too high), ‘Rockstar’ (Slightly too big) and ‘Bohemian Like You’ and ‘Zoot Suit Riot’. Anna regaled us with “Paris to Berlin’ on to ‘Gar Bar’. Rich sang ‘Tubthumping’ and ‘Don’t Let the Sun Go Down on Me’.
Goldy sang LOADS.
I have a theory. Goldy, being in a different country, with no access to World of Warcraft, has become an addict to a substance more dangerous than Heroin or Crack Cocaine, Karaoke Glory Whoring.
It amazes me that every single night, G has been out trawling pubs and clubs (you make him sound like a murderer searching for his next victim) looking for Karaoke and an audience to wow with his talents. I think he might be taking it a little too seriously, but, as a substitute to World Of Warcrack, it’s quite good as he is interacting in the real world with actual people. Now all we have to do is lure him away from his Nintendo DS and make him go out and learn things like, history and culture…...: P (Meh, history is overrated – you only have to keep learning more as time goes on, otherwise you end up out of date. And karaoke can be culture. Low culture, granted, occasionally horrifically badly sung culture, but culture nonetheless. After all, without music, we would be as the animals. Although some of those guys last night sounded like animals anyway, so I guess that’s a moot point.

On a more salient point, it doesn’t matter, because I WINNED THE KARAOKE anyway. Hurray!
I sang a song Goldy had never even heard of, let along sung, so that means I’m officially the champion. And if we don’t go again on this holiday, that will make me the official (unofficial) Pan-European Karaoke Champion of the Universe (out of us). And that’s a title I’m sure we all want.

Andy had the chance to drink hot coffee because we came home about 1:30, leaving Laura, Rich and Goldy to have another drink. It had been assumed that Andy was driving some people back, then going back for the rest, but the three of them graciously agreed to get a taxi. Sometimes, I’m amazed by people’s kindness. Anyhoo, Anna sloped off to bed, and Andy followed after the others got back. A relatively relaxed start tomorrow, as we’re planning on just going into Pafos.)