A Dumpy Goddess

I was having a shufty at little red boat this morning. (Hope you've slept off the jet-lag, by the way). And there was a picture of a dumpy goddess.

I had a week's leave from Libya in August, and met up with Fiona in Malta. We stayed in The British Hotel, Valletta. We had a great time, although after 10 weeks of enforced sobriety, knowing that i was about to have another 10, Cisk beer featured a little too frequently.

One day, quite sober, we went to the archaelogy museum - Malta, we learned, was a hell of a place in prehistory. Dozens [hundreds? I wasn't totally sober] of these statues have been found. Massive, mostly. No-one knows why they have no heads. My idea is, they'd give them a temporary head to celebrate a matriarch, and replace it once she was dead or deposed.

You can't get away from them in Valletta's gift shops.

More nonsense next week.

I'm getting married in the morning!

Comments

  1. Then, good grief, you must be married already what with it being afternoon now and all. Congratulations!!

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