This week has been hectic but the fruits of my labour are showing. It started pretty lethargic and then developed into mad drinking sessions, the reason why; because we were opening the bar. So we went out and had some excellent food and got drunk on a lot of jagermeister. As hard that I was working I was playing just as hard because we were re-naming the bar and re-designing the posters, menus, flyers and all that. So who had the job, ‘moi’. The original choice was to change from summertime to sunset, but I thought this was shit so I went a little more modern and I sold them the idea of . . .
SOUL
The bar is now my baby, we are still going through some printing problems but the majority of the problems have been fixed. Above the entrance hangs the sign I have designed and we are waiting to paint a giant board to put another design on it. The cocktail menu has had to be re-adjusted to accommodate the cheap taste of holidaymakers in Santorini. So 3 days of working on the bar, and I’ve got 2 bar bitch’s/waitress’ (waiting on Meagan until next week) and I think I’m bringing sexy back because the locals are loving the cocktails I’m making. Also things are going well we have had one massive party, which saw me get extremely drunk, and a lecture about kissing girls on the bar and getting to drunk. Prop’s go to Nikos for working every hour going (and some bad boy frappe’s) and DJ Labros for being a sexy bwoi! (And playing shit hot music). So all in all I’m in control of a beautiful bar that I christened and taking great pride in making it the best thing going on. Again I invite all of you out here, as you guys are the only thing that’s missing.
x
Saturday, 23 June 2007
Wednesday, 13 June 2007
The Blog
WEEK 1
The beginning of a story to be told
First of all I would just like to mention all the people that showed me love in their own special way, I’m doing this for you so that you can continue to see what I’m getting up to. So after a heavy night of drinking, and 3 hours sleep, I start my travels very cranky and not many things going my way but things are for sure to improve. I lost 20 quid, forgot my external hard disk and thus couldn’t get any movies from my mums house, felt violently ill on the journey in the coach on the way to the airport and to top it off I had to deal with a super sarcastic prick who was 40 and still a virgin, which resulted in me having to pay 60 quid in excess baggage costs. Not a good start. So this has resulted in me sitting next to a missy who has just started her own traveling adventure and has no idea where she is going but knows she’s going to have some fun for the summer! so I guess not all bad. So in conclusion I’m starting a summer adventure with a lot going against me but it looks like I’m going to be taking everyone along for the ride.
Filaklia
X
Bad to worse
So I’m coming off the plane and Victor has used his identity pass and done a sneak attack on me, crazy, so we converse and I say goodbye to the two girls I have been conversing with (one in Greek and one in English!) Victor is a star; we sort the plans out and make a move down to his mother’s house. The house was gorgeous; I meet his sis, friends and his mother through out the course of the day. We move onto get something to eat, have a couple of beers in some stunning bars over looking the sea. We converse mainly about women and have very masculine conversations. We later go back to his mother’s house and decide to stay up all night I had to be out the house by 5 am anyway. I pass out at many points; sleep depravation isn’t anyway to travel. So we get to the airport after some tussling and get to the cash point to only have a moment that can only be described as a Greek Mike Skinner moment (or a GMSM we’ll call it) of an INSUFFICIENT FUNDS message. Gutted, we race back and get Victor’s card and race back to the airport, he sorts me out and I sit now on a bus shitting myself because I don’t know how I’m going to pay for my hostel or if I’m even going to make it on the boat! Things are a little fucked, stay tuned kids!
X
Boating
I don’t think I’m the best traveler, I think I’m sick, typical. Anyway 8 hours of passing out and reviving to consciousness (many point not knowing what time it was or where I was), I’m almost at Santorini. Gave Nikos a call and it looks like my last 5 euros is going on a bus. This is not the same experience me and Sophia, Sexual Charlie, Josie, Dave and Fat Kid Dave had!
X
One night in
So here I am, met at the port by Peter, an English/Greek guy who helps the hostel. We conversed and reminisced of stories from last summer. My day continued with meeting up with a lot of old faces, many I was happy to see, and many I wasn’t. One included the prick that owes me money, going to deal with him later. The day continues and we’ are just chilling in atlas and then move on beach bar. It’s a bit dry so we call it a night.
X
Not too much
Ok, we’re slowing down, meeting cool people (me, Nikos of summertime and Labros, the new soul and funk DJ the immediate family by the looks of things) and working pretty hard to get the place ready. I took the first salmon dive in the summertime pool, it recovered from its green water illness it had over the past 3 days (un-like me who is still ill.) Oh and Irish Paul is here!!!! But there is more to come from him.
X
Fun fun fun
We work and there fore we have to play. We spent most the day tediously putting up curtain rails. But when it was all over that’s when the fun started, me and Nikos got invited to a Romanian BBQ, but it was a random mix of Russian, Polish and what not', so the conversation got belted around into six different conversations. Got to say it was a lot of fun seeming as the women were looking like hookers. Nonetheless we got drunk for free and ate for free and generally had a great time. We moved onto the beach bar and I caused the usual havoc as I do, I’d like to say thank you to my victims. So I ended the night with lipstick on my collar and a smile on my face.
X
Red red wine .. . . .
The past two nights have consisted of red wine and coke cocktails so it’s been pretty entertaining, the first I went on a solo mission to beach bar and met some lovely Spanish senioritas for me to bust out my Spanish on them (thank you Libby for teaching me some great phrases). The night ended up with the DJ ratting them off me. The next day was a very good day, finally got some money! I was able to call the bank to find out that fraud police had picked up some strange activity on my card and wanted to verify that it was me. Cheers Natwest but next time I will carpet-bomb your headquarters next time you do this to me. Spent the whole day playing like a child at the pool and then we went out for a nice dinner and hit the red wine and coke. We met some crazy Argentine’s (for Rich “ARGENTINA!’), caused a lot of havoc at the beach bar and sobered up as the music got progressively shit. Irish Paul was stereotypically shit faced. My old boss had a word with me and told me to have a meeting with him today, ‘sit down and have a coffee’ he puts it but I really cant be bothered to tolerate his bull-shit. Anyway I’m still celebrating the fact I survived going to another country with out a penny in my pocket for 5 days, proper gypo standards!
X
Over 168 hours
One week done with and for a guy that had no money to a guy that has money, it’s been a great week. The old boss paid up and so we celebrated with shots of sambucas, tequila and Tabasco, NICE! The night was pretty messy and I can’t remember so I haven't got a lot to write about. Summertime (the bar where I will be working) is still not open, so me and Labros (summertime DJ) went a beach club and chilled until the alcohol wore off. He then went onto eat the seventh meal of his day. By the way (cue Dave Chappelle voice) I’M RICH BIATCH! Check out the photos boys and girls and get back to me
X
WEEK 1
The beginning of a story to be told
First of all I would just like to mention all the people that showed me love in their own special way, I’m doing this for you so that you can continue to see what I’m getting up to. So after a heavy night of drinking, and 3 hours sleep, I start my travels very cranky and not many things going my way but things are for sure to improve. I lost 20 quid, forgot my external hard disk and thus couldn’t get any movies from my mums house, felt violently ill on the journey in the coach on the way to the airport and to top it off I had to deal with a super sarcastic prick who was 40 and still a virgin, which resulted in me having to pay 60 quid in excess baggage costs. Not a good start. So this has resulted in me sitting next to a missy who has just started her own traveling adventure and has no idea where she is going but knows she’s going to have some fun for the summer! so I guess not all bad. So in conclusion I’m starting a summer adventure with a lot going against me but it looks like I’m going to be taking everyone along for the ride.
Filaklia
X
Bad to worse
So I’m coming off the plane and Victor has used his identity pass and done a sneak attack on me, crazy, so we converse and I say goodbye to the two girls I have been conversing with (one in Greek and one in English!) Victor is a star; we sort the plans out and make a move down to his mother’s house. The house was gorgeous; I meet his sis, friends and his mother through out the course of the day. We move onto get something to eat, have a couple of beers in some stunning bars over looking the sea. We converse mainly about women and have very masculine conversations. We later go back to his mother’s house and decide to stay up all night I had to be out the house by 5 am anyway. I pass out at many points; sleep depravation isn’t anyway to travel. So we get to the airport after some tussling and get to the cash point to only have a moment that can only be described as a Greek Mike Skinner moment (or a GMSM we’ll call it) of an INSUFFICIENT FUNDS message. Gutted, we race back and get Victor’s card and race back to the airport, he sorts me out and I sit now on a bus shitting myself because I don’t know how I’m going to pay for my hostel or if I’m even going to make it on the boat! Things are a little fucked, stay tuned kids!
X
Boating
I don’t think I’m the best traveler, I think I’m sick, typical. Anyway 8 hours of passing out and reviving to consciousness (many point not knowing what time it was or where I was), I’m almost at Santorini. Gave Nikos a call and it looks like my last 5 euros is going on a bus. This is not the same experience me and Sophia, Sexual Charlie, Josie, Dave and Fat Kid Dave had!
X
One night in
So here I am, met at the port by Peter, an English/Greek guy who helps the hostel. We conversed and reminisced of stories from last summer. My day continued with meeting up with a lot of old faces, many I was happy to see, and many I wasn’t. One included the prick that owes me money, going to deal with him later. The day continues and we’ are just chilling in atlas and then move on beach bar. It’s a bit dry so we call it a night.
X
Not too much
Ok, we’re slowing down, meeting cool people (me, Nikos of summertime and Labros, the new soul and funk DJ the immediate family by the looks of things) and working pretty hard to get the place ready. I took the first salmon dive in the summertime pool, it recovered from its green water illness it had over the past 3 days (un-like me who is still ill.) Oh and Irish Paul is here!!!! But there is more to come from him.
X
Fun fun fun
We work and there fore we have to play. We spent most the day tediously putting up curtain rails. But when it was all over that’s when the fun started, me and Nikos got invited to a Romanian BBQ, but it was a random mix of Russian, Polish and what not', so the conversation got belted around into six different conversations. Got to say it was a lot of fun seeming as the women were looking like hookers. Nonetheless we got drunk for free and ate for free and generally had a great time. We moved onto the beach bar and I caused the usual havoc as I do, I’d like to say thank you to my victims. So I ended the night with lipstick on my collar and a smile on my face.
X
Red red wine .. . . .
The past two nights have consisted of red wine and coke cocktails so it’s been pretty entertaining, the first I went on a solo mission to beach bar and met some lovely Spanish senioritas for me to bust out my Spanish on them (thank you Libby for teaching me some great phrases). The night ended up with the DJ ratting them off me. The next day was a very good day, finally got some money! I was able to call the bank to find out that fraud police had picked up some strange activity on my card and wanted to verify that it was me. Cheers Natwest but next time I will carpet-bomb your headquarters next time you do this to me. Spent the whole day playing like a child at the pool and then we went out for a nice dinner and hit the red wine and coke. We met some crazy Argentine’s (for Rich “ARGENTINA!’), caused a lot of havoc at the beach bar and sobered up as the music got progressively shit. Irish Paul was stereotypically shit faced. My old boss had a word with me and told me to have a meeting with him today, ‘sit down and have a coffee’ he puts it but I really cant be bothered to tolerate his bull-shit. Anyway I’m still celebrating the fact I survived going to another country with out a penny in my pocket for 5 days, proper gypo standards!
X
Over 168 hours
One week done with and for a guy that had no money to a guy that has money, it’s been a great week. The old boss paid up and so we celebrated with shots of sambucas, tequila and Tabasco, NICE! The night was pretty messy and I can’t remember so I haven't got a lot to write about. Summertime (the bar where I will be working) is still not open, so me and Labros (summertime DJ) went a beach club and chilled until the alcohol wore off. He then went onto eat the seventh meal of his day. By the way (cue Dave Chappelle voice) I’M RICH BIATCH! Check out the photos boys and girls and get back to me
X
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