Friday, 8 July 2016

Metaxa......'my Precious'.

It has to be 5 Star Metaxa to please the palette nothing else will do.’ It’s the sweetest distillation Greece has come up with’ says my husband, although I’m an Ouzo fan really. Anyway, wherever you go it’s behind the bar and we take great delight in buying it from Konstantinos after lunch when we pretend we’re just going in to take advantage of the Air Conditioning. We even buy it at the airport as if we don’t have enough bottles already.

What you don’t expect is to use it as a weapon of choice should it be required. So one night after an evening out, dinner and a few glasses of the stuff and a few more for safe measure we returned to our apartment. In the early hours of the morning before dawn the noise started. Shouting, arguing, breaking glass, raised voices and as I came too it dawned on me that there was only one person in the next apartment. I got up and followed the sound from front to back and with balconies both end started to get a bit anxious. The noise got worse and worse and the smashing of bottles increased. It was like listening to Gollum and Sméagol arguing over Bilbo Baggins.

In a state of high anxiety I finally managed to wake my other half and get him out of bed. It was the middle of the night and we were trapped in our room by some raving lunatic on the stairwell. The idea of an enraged, schizophrenic talking to himself in a number of voices scared the living daylights out of us. So with chance of the Cavalry not arriving till morning we stood guard at either end of the room with the only weapon to hand we could think of. A Metaxa bottle each.

By the time help arrived and the Man of many personalities was carted off we were exhausted and had no choice but to take a small glass of Metaxa to help us sleep.