Island Dog-tails

Island Dog-Tails Imagine you are a rescue dog, initially saved off the streets of Porto Rico, and recently immigrated from...
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Island Dog-tails

Do you want to Die ?

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Do you want to Die ?

Pointless Subjugation

https://youtu.be/O0Eh4hD0vd8?si=m2RzcdvTpAPV2ZmK
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Pointless Subjugation

Why I’m not the Pope.

https://youtu.be/iLuzWyDDkGQ?si=goIc5gAUIvOwzcFT
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Why I’m not the Pope.

About a Fish

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About a Fish

KISS. 2nd Part

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KISS. 2nd Part

KISS. 1st Part.

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KISS. 1st Part.

Final Financial Edification

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Final Financial Edification

Once upon a Pub. Part 1

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Once upon a Pub. Part 1

About a Rat

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About a Rat

David Fagan


David Fagan is CEO, president, managing director, author, publisher, and chief bottlewasher of DavidFagan.org. On his first visit to Hydra back in 1983, David decided that owning a bar in this exotic location was an ideal way not to spend the rest of his life in the fast-lane of corporate advertising and journalism. It was an idea spawned by the Honorable Bill Cunliffe of Bill’s Bar, renowned wateringhole for anyone who knew this part of the world at the time. He and a couple of old-timers, Anthony Kingsmill and Leonard Bernstein, planted the seed: Come!

Smoke and..

Smoke and other very Bad-Screens…

We try, we really do, to advocate a positive spin on our island BUT—
Stuff you are not supposed to see.
This morning a pony died in the upper regions of our village!

For those who have ever wondered what happens in such sad situations; in a place without hearses, never mind large animal disposal units, it is not an easy task.
It requires manpower with stoic stomach and muscle. (A lorry to deposit said animal to the dump beyond Mandraki; with some fire and other dumping on top)

But today the usually cloaked event was thwarted by bureaucracy, not Hydra motivated, but new law; on-high, the large corpse lay for hours. The Central government has created such dismal events to be delayed because of time/manpower, or the new lack of it. Had it been mid-summer hot; well, flies and accompanying plague may have had fun instead.

We try hard to pretend that the global economy and more specifically Greece’s financial woes’ do not affect our little island— never mind outer Kaministan. But we cannot escape the reality anymore; no matter how much we bury our heads, and not donkeys, in the dirt.

Dirt being the tip of the anti-sword of new austerity measures, dictated by red-tape helmets in the Big Olive, have enforced measures that seem ludicrous to those of us who simply pay our simply way.

For those of you who would like to buy a stamp to send something snail-mail home; allocate an hour or three. Such activity is now under the duress of one poor employee who must deal with EVERY postal service. (Even poorer the other staff who were given early retirement) The queue in winter already goes out the door.
Thanks again smart government from the big all-seeing economic powerhouse that used to be Athens.

So in case you think this is alien waffle, here is the skinny as laid down by local discussion. The mayor has issued an ultimatum to the central authority. Give me back my employees in order to keep our island “clean” or I will Walk out. Toooo right !!

We could make this a political issue, but that is not what we are about.

I simply walked down to our garbage collection point, and noticed a lot more rubbish in the street. This however is so much as silly complaint to a life removed, that it is embarrassing to state, but the message is honest. If we feel it, then be ‘advised’ we are all under ‘advisement’. Time to be aware…

All we can do is accelerate our personal “carry-a-bag-and-clean-as-we-go” help.

I’ll do my shit… now if only 6 billion other did one nice thing for humanity, once a day, no matter how minuscule, despite the circumstances, well then; we stand a small chance.
Just one small, kind thing, not about one’s own agenda, or someone else’s imposed agenda… simply something that was “NICE”

Carnival 2011- not a wash out- by a long shot.

“Faulty Factories”

Speculation as to the rather sudden erection of this structure was, as usual, pretty rife because the “wooden hanger” was the first of its type to been seen in the valley in living memory. It has a string of gunship-like portholes along its length but no window to peer in or out looking onto the street. Such construction is usually strictly prohibited on the island, in accordance with various eco-architectural protection ordinances.

Faulty Factory?

What fanned the rumours was the fact it happened so quickly and work often took place by torchlight after dark—in the depth of winter. Being such a blatant building on the main inland donkey highway, it must obviously have received clearance from somewhere? Conjecture was fairly unanimous that this had required some unusual financial transacting, which in turn led to theories about the type of industry that would occur within the new factory—naturally gossip supposed a business that was below legal radar.

Turns out that special license was passed so that a local carpenter, Adonis, could store his otherwise unsightly piles of lumber (which would previously partially blockade the main road), while permanent permission for his shop was being dragged through the sluggish layers of dawdling civil bureaucracy. In a red-tape decision that for once made sense, yer man’s wood supply would be protected, while the owner himself could earn a living under the same timber roof.

Usual (Winter) Suspects

On a rare trip into the big city it was nice to see crowds enjoying a winter afternoon at one of the few open watering holes. Proof that there is life outside of outer Kaministan even at this time of year. (Attracted I suspect, by the home made cheese cake that Alexis had brought for Rolf).

Winters crowds

Favorite Joke of the Month | February 2011

A Scotsman and an Irishman in a bar

A Scotsman and an Irishman in a bar

Sitting in a bar the Scotsman says, “As good as this bar is, I still prefer the pubs back home. In Glasgow , there’s a wee place called McTavish’s. The landlord goes out of his way for the locals. When you buy four drinks, he’ll buy the fifth drink.” 

“Well, Angus,” said the Englishman, “At my local in London , the Red Lion, the barman will buy you your third drink after you buy the first two.” 

“Ahhh, dat’s nothin’,” said the Irishman, “back home in my favorite pub, the moment you set foot in the place, they’ll buy you a drink, then another, all the drinks you like, actually. Then, when you’ve had enough drinks, they’ll take you upstairs and see that you gets laid, all on the house!” 

The Englishman and Scotsman were suspicious of the claims. The Irishman swore every word was true. 

“Did this actually happen to you?” asked the Englishman. 

“Not meself, personally, no,” admitted the Irishman, “but it did happen to me sister quite a lot.

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