Kalo mina! Did you know that James was 4th most popular name in 1963. If named today with the 4th most popular name I would be called Jacob. If I try out all three of my names I would be: Jacob Luke Anders, and if I use the abbreviated version of my third name (the one that I am sometimes known as which has the complicated story attached) I would be a Mohammad. This is according to the ‘calendar’ as published by Time which works out the popularity of your name in your birth year and then compares it to today’s list of most popular baby names.
Neil’s full name, with these rules applied, if born this year would be: Jayceon (who? I think this could be an American calendar!), Peyton (see?) Andrew. If you want to test yours out, head to this fun link: http://time.com/3856405/baby-name-popularity/?xid=newsletter-brief#
Meanwhile, back in the real world: here’s the update from Tilos as of Sunday afternoon, with several images taken from a collection of many several more:
The plan was to get up early, walk up that hill, get to work early and then have a lunch out, then another walk and then some more work, but only if I’d not reached 6,000 words. Well, I went to bed at 11.00 pm on Saturday night, despite the lure of an all-night party in the deserted village, with free busses leaving from 10.30 and running through the night. Although my apartment is right on the road, once the door is shut the sound proofing is great so I wasn’t disturbed by anything. Yet I managed to wake up at 4.00 a.m. and once I am awake my mind is awake, even though the rest of me wants to get back to sleep.
So, I finally gave up on the sleep idea at five and got some emails and stuff out of the way. I was out at 5.40 and walking up that hill – rather than “running up that hill” as Kate Bush used to sing, or was it “running up that bill”? I managed to get some photos of the sun rising over Symi and walked back through a deserted town at 6.30. The only sounds were those made by the many crows and some other smaller birds.
At the ‘desk’ before seven, after a shower, and away we go. 4,000 words written by 10.30 and only that many because there was a breakdown in internet connection which needed to be sorted out. Then the room was to be ‘done’ at around 11.00 so I took another walk, this time along the seafront to most of the way around the bay and back, stopped in the square for a sit down and a Diet Coke, but a large beer appeared unbidden instead, as that’s what I had had there the day before. And back to the apartment around 12.00 for a further 2,000 words.
So target was met, running total is 64,000 words and I am now free to forget the story for today, unless I want to write more after writing this. But I don’t think I shall as Nigel has just sent me through the Kindle version of ‘Lonely House’ to proof while I wait for the print copy. So, after this I shall sit on the balcony and start reading.
But, after finishing my word quota for the day I then went back out in search of lunch. It’s very quiet here at the moment, I reckon the ‘Club 60-79’ crowd have moved on, or else they are still raving up in the deserted village, and there didn’t seem to be anyone else eating. Places were open but you I kind of felt like I didn’t want to trouble anyone. So I went home and had some ham and a tomato and then, later still, I went back up that hill again and then around the town and stopped for a hot-dog toasty. Now there’s a brilliant idea. A Frankfurter in a toasted sandwich with all the usual extras and for only €2.80 (and a large beer at this place, I noticed, was 50c cheaper than the place next door, but you did have to ask for it.)
So, back to the apartment and here I am knocking this off before going to read. One thing did occur to me and it’s not very good taste but as I am writing ‘black humour’ at the moment here it is. Remember I told you about the unfortunate couple who crashed their car over a cliff here some years back now? (If you missed the special Sunday edition of Symi Dream, scroll down the main blog page and you’ll find part one.) Well it suddenly occurred to me that as a married couple at least they’d gone together. Death was instantaneous they say. So it was really a question of them being together until ‘Death Tilos part.’
I’m sorry, I don’t do light humour. I’m a coward when it comes to the twittering wit of Coward and I’ve never been wild about Wilde, I did once revel in a Nick Revel novel, but now, well, it’s whatever comes out of my head. I did make myself laugh at one point in a chapter today but that involved naughty words so I am not writing them here. You’ll have to wait for the book to read that. Have a nice day!
