Sambuca is flammable. Stuart Feltham, a young British man, found this out when, allegedly, after inappropriately touching, and possibly exposing his genitals to Marina Fanouraki at a night club on Crete, he got Sambuca thrown on him, and ended up in flames. (Brit Stuart Feltham’s genitals set on fire on Greece holiday.)
Stuart has been described here and there, mostly by his parents and friends, as a nice guy, someone who would never do that, and as having a girlfriend — something that makes it ever more likely he wouldn’t participate in any of the behavior young British tourists so commonly participate in on Crete.
Feltham claimed she came out of the blue and lit him on fire, and he doesn’t have a clue why she did it. Fanouraki maintained she was accosted, groped from behind, and in addition he exposed himself to her while throwing out the companion words many of us are familiar with, words often heard in these situations, “ya wanna piece of this”, or something similar. According to Fanouraki, she then threw the Sambuca on him and left, hearing the cries and seeing the flame only seconds later. She assumes a cigarette started the fire.
The discussion on the web circles around the fact that even if he exposed himself to her, and groped her from behind, she went too far. I might agree, had she actually thrown a match on the very flammable liquor, something she denies. Even if she had intentionally thrown a match, I’m not so sure I’d say she went too far, if she was assaulted as she claimed — and my bets are on her. Who is to decide what is an appropriate defense when accosted? I say the woman is.
As it turns out, she turned herself in, had a hearing, told her story, was hailed a hero by women. They rescheduled a hearing for tomorrow so Mr. Feltham could come and present the story of his innocence, the one his lawyer has previously passed on.
Thing is, Mr. Feltham has left the building, or so unconfirmed reports say (though other reports say he is in another clinic in Greece, transferred for security reasons), secretly, and before the court appearance where he could have presented his case, and consequently before he could be charged with sexual assault.
Logic told me from the start her story was the correct one. The logic one gains from even a few club trips, and a little knowledge about British youth and Crete, a scene akin to Spring Break, Mexico, with the volume turned up to nightmare levels. Now that he has left the country, if he has left the country, I don’t even need logic to know what really happened.
Come to think of it the title of the post probably should be We Don’t Have to Take It.
