You know you’re getting older when the last time you went
clubbing it was called a disco.
Age alert.
The CM’s arts editor gave me a good laugh on Thursday (print
edition, p. 19):
“Ladies and gents, are you ready for Marco Da Silva?
[who?] “You’ve most likely seen him in
music videos or on the cover of magazines.”
[Err, no] “Perhaps you were lucky
enough to have seen him dancing on tour with Kylie Minogue" [no again] "Yes that’s
him, the really hot dancer with the awesome tatts.” [nobody says ‘awesome’ in Europe, dear CM,
and tatts are simply chav] “However you
know him [we don’t], get ready to take your relationship a step further...”
[relationship???]
Oh dear. This is the
level of entertainment in Larnaca. It
might be a bit better in Nicosia or Limassol (we hope), but poor old Larnaca gets left with
the dross, while the CM tries to big up a “famous” choreographer,
dancer, model and DJ [performing] "exclusively in Cyprus" [exclusive because nobody else wanted him]. Don’t get me wrong, Mr. Da Silva, I’ve got
nothing against you or your, umm, dee-jaying/modelling achievements, but let’s
not pretend this is high art.
Please, Mr. Mayor Andreas Louroujatis, may we have some
decent entertainment in Larnaca for a change, other than the usual vraka dancers at Phinikoudes? We know the country’s broke, but if Cyprus
can afford Russian missiles and Israeli gunboats, then surely we could get
Andrea Bocelli?
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