An evening at Mythos
I’m sorry about this Elaine, but I hear there are wild times to be had in Maidstone as well as on Symi, and if you are ever here I can totally recommend a dinner at Mythos in Yialos. A party of 20 of us went there for Neil and Justine’s birthday on Thursday night, separate bills all-round – no problem, brilliantly handled by the friendly and efficient staff – great food, lovely view (rubbish photos on my part, so not a lot to share) and all a very reasonable price, which included a shot and desserts on the house. There were even taxis and lifts back up to the village afterwards, apart from three of us who walked up. That seems to be a recurring event for me, on Neil’s birthday; a wonderful dinner and a slow, sweaty walk up the ‘lazy steps’ (misnomer) afterwards for a nightcap at Rainbow. Before you know it it’s the next day and there’s a bunch of wonderful presents for him (and one for me, thank you Jenine!) and Friday feels like a Saturday as not much got done.
But it was a good day for reading and thinking up ideas of things to write – thank you to Ann again for taking the time and trouble to read the screenplay and the book. The book, as you probably know, is ‘Remotely‘ my latest comedy. So far all the reviews have been good, people have been laughing along with it as far apart as New Zealand and Tilos, Penzance and Perth, I am told and I have even seen it being read on Symi. All good stuff.
Over here the heat is back, yesterday was definitely warmer than the day before and it’s a good time of year to be at the beach. Maybe one day, as Liza sang in ‘Cabaret’, I may get to the beach, but the trouble is, each time I go for a few hours off I lie down and promptly fall asleep until it’s time to go home again. I can do that quite easily here.
But Saturday and Sunday now stretch ahead with writing to do and ideas to play around with. The first draft of The Saddling arrived – it actually arrived one hour after I emailed the printers to ask where it was and they wrote back saying they would send another copy; I replied, later, that there as now no need. I hope they got that message in time. So, there’s that to be read as well, when I am in the mood to return to a ‘Rural Gothic’ frame of mind. Well, you have traditional Gothic with castles and claustrophobia, wild woods and storms, and you have Urban Gothic, the same kind of thing but in cityscapes, so why not Rural Gothic where there are creepy characters and settings, mist and marshes? (There is actually, ‘Wuthering Heights’ etc.) That’s what I am aiming for in this new thriller which should be out next year. Meanwhile, have a good weekend.
