Accidently on purpose I caught an interesting three-part
documentary about London’s legendary Claridge’s Hotel, recently screened on
British TV. It was fascinating to watch the secret and not –so-secret billionaires
of the world spending obscene amounts of money dining on green leaves from
flower pots, complete with live ants, enjoying their breakfast in bed for over six
thousand pounds a night.
It was a great insight into the daily lives of the staff, how
they keep things running, and the sacrifices they make to ensure the VIP guests
are happy. What was rather less enthralling was part three, a small glimpse
into the preparations for the Olympic Games. We got to see dozens of heads of
state, governors, and ambassadors, along with Hollywood stars, and royalty from
a myriad of countries, all descending on the hotel for the event.
It was disturbing to watch the presidents of some of South America,
and Africa’s poorest and largely deprived countries, arriving with their entourages
for a 2-week stay in the most luxurious suites available. Presidents’ and
politicians of countries whose own citizens are starving and battling civil war,
and who knows what else, holidaying to excess.
If you’re interested, The Daily Mail online had a small
article with clips from the program. I would love to stay in a hotel like this,
I won’t lie, but there are limits. This amount of pure indulgence and ridiculous
spending is not only obscene, but perfectly illustrates the great divide between those
with prestige and power, and the rest of us.
I have written for the culture, entertainment, and travel sectors, both on-line and in the local press.
For over twenty years my day-job consisted of slugging away, making other people rich, in the world's most ruthless, yet strangely boring and inept corporate finance environments. That includes international banking, new-IT, and advertising.
As freelance writer, and critic, in my spare time, I help run a workshop for local writers. I am still writing the on-line movie review blog ‘Celluloid Seduction’, hanging around a lot of the entertainment sites in the process.
After the devastating and unsolved death of my younger brother on 09/09/1994, I now attempt to exorcise feelings of powerlessness, and loss, that plague my psyche, by creating modern literal performance poetry, using traditional rhythmic forms, following in the footsteps of my late grandfather, the Cypriot 'Red Village' poet 'Vasilis'.
I have many interests including the cinema, music, writing of all kinds, political and religious debate, new and weird science and the occult, plus a lot of other things that just don't fit in this box.
This blog is full of memories and opinion and observations. Feel free to quote me, but please respect me enough to credit 'Marie from Cyprus' on anything you repeat.
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