We’ve known each other long enough now, I think, for you to have noticed that I’m a talking temple. NBD, right?
But something’s missing. In fact, it’s been missing for a couple of hundred years now.
In case you’re not familiar with my story, back in 1811 the British ambassador to the Ottoman Empire, of which Greece was then a part – a certain Lord Elgin – carved off me bits, and shipped ’em over to London! How very undignified! Long story short, they’re now in the British Museum, where they’re known as the Elgin Marbles.
My Grecian brothers and sisters would quite like me to have not lost my Marbles. They’ve been trying to get them back for decades. So imagine our delight when one Mrs Amal Alamuddin Clooney turned up in Athens to see if anyone knew of any just cause or impediment as to why I should not get my pediment back.
She’s looking to launch a legal case on Greece’s behalf – but needless to say, the British Museum isn’t planning to hand them over any time soon. They worry that it would set a dangerous precedent, potentially emptying out many of the world’s major museums.
Having top lawyer Mrs C on your case is going to up its profile, once again. And of course Mr C is a total expert, cos he once made a film about something a bit similar, sort of, like.
I’m made of stone, of course, so it’s tough for me to summon up any emotion. It can get a bit drafty around the ears though, without all them horses and gods and monsters.