Wednesday, August 11, 2010

Invitation

There will be a party at Akrotohori Village on Sunday 15th August.  Music, dancing, food - whole roast pigs - and drink.  Proceedings will begin at 9 p.m. and end towards dawn the following morning.
Everyone who can get there will be welcome!

5 comments:

The Flying Tortoise said...

If only you had invited me a few days earlier John, I would have enjoyed being there but I'm going to listen to what is sure to be some wonderful jazz in the Bay of Islands, but don't stop the invites...

John Foster said...

No worries, as I believe they say in your part of the world, nearly every village here has one of these bashes through the summer. You have missed a lot but there will be plenty to come through what is left of it, until about the end of September. Enjoy the jazz gathering of which I am a tad envious of your attending. The 'Jazz on a Summers Day' film (Newport, a long time ago!) is still something I can watch, listen to and enjoy on DVD; opening with Giuffre, Brookmeyer and Hall playing 'The Train and the River' over images of light reflecting off ripples of water in Newport harbour - stunning!

Anonymous said...

I'm surprised they got planning permission for those horrible signs. Worse than the HOLYWOOD one :)

John Foster said...

Planning permission? Ah yes, that stuff that you can get here in exchange for an appropriately filled brown paper envelope. For further information about the use of brown paper envelopes check with G.Archer Esq - always worth Googleing, or looking up in Brewer's 'Rogues' for rainy day amusement.

John Foster said...

In the middle distance of the picture behind the advertisement, beside the sea, is Finicunda and the nearest shops to my house. The photograph was taken on a winter morning; morning because the shadows are falling away from the camera, winter because a fire is evident. Fires, a dangerous menace here in the summer, are banned between the end of March and the end of October. The white dots on the hill behind the village represent buildings, houses, none of which were there when I first saw this view only 15 years ago. Such is progress.