Tuesday, 13 May 2014

The bare-faced cheek of electioneering in Corfu

Everyone's talking about it.

There are elections coming up on this island in a few weeks' time.

You can tell, because the grass verges are being trimmed and the potholes are being filled. And there are posters everywhere.

'One prostitute is worth a hundred politics,' one Greek sage said to me last year. 'At least she is honest.'

Understandably, in Greece these days, there is a great deal of cynicism about politicians in the birthplace of democracy.

Men in sharp suits have been touring the village.

'Pah,' said a local. 'They take your money and put it in their pocket.'

But to the politicians, elections are serious business.

Although perhaps not.

Having once been accused of sedition by a friend who claimed I'd defaced an election leaflet at his home, I am always on the lookout for inspired political posters.

We had a faceless Tory once (just once?) in South Somerset.
And, back home, Sue Farrant (Lib-Dem) was turned into Sue Farright and Oliver Letwin (Conservative) became Oliver Leftwing.

Genius. It's hard to tell anyone apart these days.

But if Mr Grigg was able to take part in the forthcoming local elections here in Corfu, I know who'd be getting his vote.
And it's not the geezer with the moustache.

The handmade poster for the Communists appeared overnight on the notice board in the village plateia. And it wasn't just a swift in and out (pardon my Greek) under the cover of darkness.

The culprit was organised, determined and either very tall or with a long ladder. Because there was another one high up on a telegraph pole.
Look, there she is again.
Mr Grigg says he's looking forward to the politicians canvassing door-to-door.

The cheek of it.

That's about it.

Love Maddie x

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