I might have once visited the Charamboulos monastery in Skiathos on a holiday around the Sporades, “visit” being the operative word, ie I didn’t stay to make my fortune, then get myself elected to the Greek government in an attempt to influence the destiny of the Greek people. The holiday was in and of itself pretty good, though the mediternean underwater wildlife has been damaged by tourism (slap self on wrist, terminate holiday, catch plane home immediately, shit carbon footprint means i better walk it ?), although my holiday unlike Andrews was a temporary visit to Greece, it was a last and final insane family holiday, burning the little money left of my fathers worklife he decided to burn, just as to be sure and set the seal, on the already well understood evident knowledge that all family holidays were in general, a terrible idea, that tended to go horribly wrong with most people falling out, irritating each other and arguing in restaurants verbally and loudly much to the dismay of other diners. The only real issue apart from family ones, was the other type of people on this sailing holiday, it seems “Sunsail” is class wise riddled with the kind of familys, whose posh wives employ extremely handsome foreign teenage boys called ludo or some other such incredulous name as male nanny’s, for their horrid children to harrass and harang (some inverse sexist demonstrative dominance power trip, over a beleaguered upper class aging wagewhore husband by a fading wife etc). Luckily my reprobate younger brother made the whole holiday more quirky and eventful, by drunkenly ranting and openly decrying the issues of this aforementioned posh family whilst they were asleep moored two foot away alongside, pretending not to hear us, very decent of them really. Which meant we didnt attend the regatta dinner or partake in any fleet games competitions or activitys thank god. Mainly because my family being the way it is, generally can’t stand other familys and there nauseous social ways. Their endless feigned interest and grinning rubbing up against each other elbow to elbow at some taverna for then end of day meetup to discuss some class perspective riddled pointless tosh or another.