I'm currently here, ensconced in a friend's villa on the Greek Island of Zakynthos. I'm sitting on the balcony sipping an excellent local red enjoying a novel purchased at the airport when down across the valley from one of several 4 star hotels I hear the drunken cackle of some fucking low bred witch, obviously zapped up on the cheap fucking gin that is served in these chav hotels. She's been at it for a few hours now and doesn't seem to be winding down. This is a beautiful island with lovely sandy beaches, one of which I galloped along on a beautiful chestnut horse earlier today. It seems there's no escaping these fucking drunken burger faced harridans.