My God’s bigger than your God. . .

72 virgins. . . Technically the equivalent of 72 blind dates. . .

Who the f*ck wants that nightmare!?

If it weren’t for the innocent lives caught up in their delusionary hatred, then people removing themselves from the gene pool and being sent straight to hell to be badgered by 72 nagging women is probably a blessing for the rest of us.

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Talking to rocks. . .

So, I haven’t written for a while, partly it’s because of frustration, and partly it’s also been because of the fear of being threatened and persecuted for exposing the truth about a sector of corruption within Greece which has almost become the norm.

As regulars may know, it’s been a baptism of fire for me since I came here but luckily I have thick skin and the sh*t’s all been going one way.

Now in retrospect, the name fckdupathens quite appropriate.

There’s no doubt to Greece being fckdup up, but as you’ll discover the more you go on, all the best things usually are. . .

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Phase two : Adapting…

Its not really a case of adapting when you move to Athens, you have to re-evolve. Whatever it is you thought you knew about life, law and the way of the universe, you have to just remove it from your brain and forget it ever existed and try and work out what the hell is going on from ground zero.

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So, why Greece…

I had to get out the UK fast, the weather was sh*te, we we’re trying our best to go to war with everyone and another four years of Gordon Brown was probably the last straw. Time to make good my escape…

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