At the opening of the Melbourne Greek Film Festival there was a band playing Greek music. There were a couple of hundred Greek people, so of course there was dancing. Arms on the shoulders of the person next to you kick left, kick right and step behind, step front, step behind – wiggle kick kick step wiggle…

Friendy and I danced, we usually watch and that night we danced. Maybe inspired by the mini-pizzas. We thought we’d be eating spanakopita. Come on caterers, try harder, at least a glop of taramasalata. Mini-pizzas. Not splendiferous.

Then we danced – well we sort of danced. Our new and generous Greek friends grabbed us by the shoulders and let us join their dance. As soon as you think your feet can do it and you look up to smile at your dancing girlfriend – you stumble and lose the rhythm, 98 and 3/4 % guaranteed…

That night I wrote to my dear friend in Athens and she applauded. She said that I must be ready for a Greek wedding -the traditional kind. Nobody loves a wedding more than the Greeks, just watch a couple of offerings from the Melbourne Greek Film Festival if you don’t believe me – on opening night the feature was Bang Bang Wedding.

It is a long time since I’ve danced and now I am ready for a Greek wedding? I’ll settle for spanakopita with dancing. With my friends. Splendiferous.

Yassou