Se A Vida E (That's the Way Life is); Or, When one cake shop closes

"Se A Vida E (That's the Way Life is)" is a lovely, breezy song by the Pet Shop Boys, as opposed to one of their more miserable offerings.

I had a good day out in London yesterday, leafleting for No Sweat, but it was bloody cold and I already had the makings of a cold when I left home. My behaviour was the opposite of what the doctor ordered - more like what the doctor expressly forbade.

One feature of yesterday was me and a girlfriend looking for nice coffee and cake shops we used to know - but which are no longer trading. I knew a lovely cake shop in Old Compton Street (Amato - now being turned into a Richoux restaurant) and she knew a lovely cake shop in Covent Garden (couldn't find that one at all - wound up in an overpriced, subterranean Ponti's).

Amato! Beloved! How could it close? I never got to take my mum there and show her the lovely murals. It was where V and I went (I don't think I was the only person he took there... I hope not). V is doing his national service in Greece at the moment. Before he went, I said he should look on it positively as a chance to get fit and eat well at someone else's expense. With Greece's financial difficulties, however, I now have visions of him and his comrades having to catch their own food. How that will grieve him.

What can I say, V? I'm sure Richoux will be OK in the long run, but the Amato brand was discontinued. Oh, life is harsh. To discover that your favourite cafe was just a brand!

It is with some schadenfreude therefore that I read in the Richoux company report for July 2009:

the rebranded Richoux restaurant in Old Compton Street [has] traded below management's expectations due to a combination of the particularly challenging economic climate and inherent problems with the Richoux concept in nonestablished sites.

You mean, unlike you, people have some f***ing loyalty. I also note with total delight:

The challenge facing the Group remains to develop a business to complement those established Richoux restaurants and the Group is hopeful that its new concept "Zippers" which will be opening in Chatham before the end of the year will fulfil that role.

A new concept called Zippers (surely a name more suitable for Old Compton Street). In Chatham! Ha, f***ing ha! V and I know all about Chatham, although he will still maintain that Loughborough is worse.

Well, V, when you are finally released from your patriotic duties, my first treat is a trip out to Chatham Maritime and a slap-up meal in Zippers. After five months of rabbit stew and horta vrasta (Greek boiled vegetables) you'll be falling over yourself with gratitude!

Send for that dark-skinned fellow

Last night I enjoyed a film version of Gerald Durrell's "My Family and Other Animals" on television. The role of Spiro, the Durrell family's self-appointed factotum, was taken by Omid Djalili, born in the UK to Iranian parents.

In an earlier epoch, the role might have been taken by Anthony Quinn, a Mexican American (with some Irish mixed in) who most people remember in his role of Zorba in "Zorba the Greek". Wikipedia describes Quinn's early career thus:

He played "ethnic" villains [and] Indians, Mafia dons, Hawaiian chiefs, Filipino freedom-fighters, Chinese guerrillas, and Arab sheiks.

And plenty more besides. Omid Djajlili is fast becoming the Anthony Quinn of the 21st century, at least in Britain, filling a variety of film, TV and theatre roles wherever someone of Mediterranean/Middle Eastern extraction is called for. He's even in an advert at the moment, playing "some sort of Arab" who, unlike white Anglo-Saxon Brits, is not afraid to haggle.

Type-cast? I would say so. Given his shape, he also tends to be cast at the less flattering end of the spectrum; Omar Sharif, who was Lebanese, also portrayed many nationalities/ethnicities, but at least he often made the romantic lead.

A Greek friend of mine is going to do his national service soon. I was trying to think of humorous portrayals of military life to cheer him up, and tried to get him excited about "It Ain't Half Hot Mum". He took a brief look and couldn't get the humour (there was some, wasn't there?), mainly finding the programme deeply offensive.

I must say, looking at it now, the character Bearer Rangi Ram (played by Michael Bates!) is a pretty terrible stereotype. We are asked to laugh at his "silly" accent, and the way he wears a snake-belt around his turban, and, especially, his habit of talking about "we British".

Such a character has an echo later in the Coopers (Kapoors) and Robinsons (Rabindranaths) in "Goodness Gracious Me", who are in denial about their background. But there they are the losers for it, rather than being mocked for their presumption at reckoning themselves English.

The character Rangi Ram is something different. As a society we are now more aware of the important role that people from all over the British Empire played in Britain's armed forces, and such a portrayal wouldn't be acceptable today.

So there has been some progress, but not nearly enough.

I'm sure Omid Djalili knows the score, his comedy show is pretty astute on the way different groups rub along in the UK. But, while he's probably only too pleased to be working, hopefully he can start to use some of the credit he has earned to shine a harsher light on our abiding prejudices and those more recently acquired.

And, on a related note, surely it can't be beyond the wit of producers to find a Greek actor to play a Greek, etc.