I’m at Frankfurt International Airport. More precisely at Gate A5 (real photo taken by yours truly – the wonders of technology). Time is 18.40 and there are still two hours to go before the flight home for Luxembourg. I landed in grey, gloomy Frankfurt at around 1700 hours. I’ve had a meal of pork and sauerkraut – with the guilty thought that this is the food of “home”. Been through some shops here but not very inspired right now – and still a little hungover from yesterday’s wedding – which was brilliant incidentally.
Anyways. I just thought that I’d let the select few who read my article in the Independent on Sunday know that this week’s article carries a humungous error in the title.
Someone at the Indy decided to change the original title which was “Love Labour’s Lost” to a different one: “Love Labour’s Lust”. A sexiet title, no doubt about it, but not the one I intended. I was more interested in having a play on the words of the title of Shakespeare’s play with the shifting of an “s” and “apostrophe”. I am told by Noel Grima that next week’s article will carry a correction – for which I am already grateful. In the meantime no great harm done – but I thought I’d let you know.