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It’s “all Greek to me” !

Posted by Big John on May 11, 2012

Oh Dear ! I feel that the omens are bad, although I have not as yet sacrificed a chicken and poked around in it’s giblets for a sign of disaster, but could anything be more alarming than the Olympic flame being blown out at the very start of it’s journey ?

Perhaps those ancient Greek gods sent an invisable Hermes to extinguish the flame as a sign that they are upset about the state of their old country’s economy. Pity they didn’t let Zeus zap Seb Coe with one of his lightening bolts while they were at it.

Let’s hope that the residents of Mount Olympus are not too pissed off, or as in Homer’s ‘Iliad’, Apollo might shoot a few “arrows of plague” causing mayhem in the toilets at every ‘McDonald’s’ in the Olympic Park; or Poseidon might make it piss down on the pentathlon. Don’t forget that Ares was let loose in Europe not long after the Nazis hijacked the Games in 1936, when they also introduced the ‘cheese grater’ torch relay which had not been part of the original load of old cobblers sacred ceremony.

Now I doubt if there is an oracle around here, and I know for certain that it would be hard to find a ‘virgin’ priestess, so I will have to look to Spiros at the local kebab shop for a prophetic prediction about further intervention by those meddlesome deities from ancient times. I just hope that he doesn’t turn my souvlaki into …

… a burnt offering !


2 Responses to “It’s “all Greek to me” !”

  1. grannymar said

    Do you by any chance feel about these OGs the same way as I do? Bring your tent and you can camp out in my back garden!

  2. Ginnie said

    Hi John; this is in answer to your question on my last blog entry. The airman was neither British nor Canadian. His name was Happy and he and his pal Jack were from Australia. He was a special favorite of mine and I was devastated when we learned that he had been killed and Jack lived but was paralyzed and blinded. They had been belly gunners and were the only servicemen of all the ones we entertained to either be killed or wounded. It really brought the horrors of war home to me, at age 10.

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