Ouzo and Chips – another excerpt from my book

Ouzo and Chips – another excerpt from my book

So some of you have been asking about my up coming book and when it will be out – have no fear people, I’m working on it!

In the meantime I thought that I would share another little introductory extract with you which should give you a feel about what the book can offer you!

Hope you enjoy 🙂

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Ouzo and Chips

When I reached the wise old age of twenty-five I did the one thing that my mother had always warned me not to do. 

I married a Greek man. 

A Greek-Cypriot in fact. 

Scan-da-lous. 

As a dear friend once put it, “Hellas being married to a Greek, your life is now among the Trojan whores.” This reference to the Ancient Hellenic tale of Odysseus and the Trojan Horse impressed me, and has remained burned into my memory ever since. 

I now understand why Helen of Troy flew the coop with Paris. She was clearly fed up with Menelaus meddling in her knicker drawer and demanding his frappe be frothed to exactly the right level of frothiness. 

Marriage can be a scary prospect at the best of times, but a GREEK marriage is a truly heart-attack inducing experience.

Being in a relationship with a Greek man is not all ouzo and home-made chips. While no man or woman is perfect, a Greek man and his family will expect you to be near enough perfect.

You would think that my background would have prepared me for the onslaught of a Spartan marriage, but alas, I was like a goat caught in the donkey’s headlights.

A goat whose feta cheese would never be good enough.  

No matter how much oregano and olive oil I sprinkled on it.  

What I needed was a self-help book. I needed tips, pointers, answers. ANSWERS!! 

I thought that I could handle it. I had arrogantly stomped ahead, determined that I would be the first Greek wife to stand in the face of my mother-in-law and declare that I, her son’s wife, would NOT be ironing his Y-Fronts today. I was going to read my book on “The Turkish Invasion” instead.  

But when I looked into my husband’s eyes I could see only disappointment. Sheer, regretful, hang-your-head in shame disappointment. 

I was NOT going to be a disappointment. 

And neither will you. 

This book should give you all the necessary tools you will need to survive life among the Hellenic community and project an image of Greek wifely/ girlfriend /life-partner perfection, while still retaining your sanity. 

And you can bet your baklava, that no Greek man will EVER criticise your hummus again.

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  1. Eva
    20th August 2013 / 12:19 pm

    I’m proud to report that I told my boyfriend’s mum years ago, “I don’t iron anything except shirts… perhaps the odd pair of trousers. NEVER jeans…” She loves me to bits but but I never fail to shock her the more she gets to know me lol. Looking forward to picking up a copy of the finished book! x

    • 20th August 2013 / 12:22 pm

      Haha good for you! A little shock now and again is always good! 🙂 x

    • 16th August 2013 / 7:17 pm

      Haha! Thank you! 🙂

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