Well, I never. I was looking at my photos trying to find inspiration, and the title of a film came to mind, ‘My life in Ruins.’ The film is known as ‘Driving Aphrodite’ in the UK for some reason. Set in and around Athens, it’s a Nia Vardalos rom-com, and cute to watch. It came to mind because the first photo I saw was of a ruin up in the higher part of the village, and I thought I’d put that up here today. Then, I went to my One Drive photo collection, and it has this thing where it says ‘On this day…’ or similar. There, I found the book cover for ‘Bobby’, and on checking the release date, I discovered that I published the book exactly one year ago today.
So, as that sounds like the perfect excuse for a plug, here’s the blurb, and then I’ll get back to the usual.
Robert Charles Thompson was many things in his life. Among them, he was a teenage sex worker, a gunner in the Royal Navy, and head housekeeper at a prestigious London hotel. He was also gay, and his story gives us a fresh insight into a well-trodden path of British social history.
This is the story of one gay man, born in 1919 in Tooting. There are, no doubt, many others, but maybe not many led such a diverse life. Bobby’s colourful life crossed paths with King George VI, Sir Winston Churchill, the Dalai Lama, Shirley Bassey, David Bowie, Quentin Crisp, Ruth Ellis, and numerous other crowned heads, politicians, entertainers and leaders of society.
However, he came from the underclass of the homeless, drag queens, and illegal lovers. There at pivotal moments of the gay 20th century, this previously unknown gay man’s richly fascinating career has previously slipped under the radar but is now getting the limelight it deserves.
Click here for more details (Amazon)
Other images in the collection for ‘On this day…’ included lots that Neil must have taken because they are too good to be mine. Hot sunrise over Pedi, anyone?
This morning feels cooler as there’s more of a breeze, but it’s still a case of stay out of the sun, put on a hat and drink lots of water. I think I got through over four litres yesterday; at least two large bottles and two small ones, one of which had an electrolyte tablet in it. I ordered some from Skroutz.gr (because they are so much cheaper), they came from Poland, and the tube is labelled Elektrolity na kaca. A little detective work tells me that’s Polish for ‘Electrolytes for a hangover’, not that I have one, but at least ‘kaca’ doesn’t, in this case, mean what it means in Greek. On which note, here’s another sunrise, and on with the day.
