Eager to put his linguistic skills to the test, Homer wandered around button-holing unsuspecting Greek passengers to their surprise and sometimes consternation. Most though appeared only interested in football which, not being available for the popular masses before Christ, made conversation nigh impossible.
After this inauspicious start and massive let down, Homer took to the Ouzo and became more and more unintelligible slumped at the bar as our Odyssey progressed. I tried to shake him out of his depression with an exploding Papastratos but to no effect. I do hope he finished his Tripos but I somehow doubt it.