How Pathetic "Legendary Greece" Has Become
It is late August and the Greek islands have suddenly found themselves swamped by hypocrisy. Every summer young British tourists — slappers and meatheads and imbeciles one and all — are decanted from cut-price jets into the nightclubs of Laganas, Ayia Napa and Faliraki, where they set about rescuing the local economy.
Their mode of operation doesn’t vary: drink as much as is humanly possible and then form a brief relationship with someone they met just after they were both sick and, if still possible, consummate that relationship swiftly, and preferably in a public place. This arguably altruistic act ensures that the grumpy black-clad locals are able to enjoy affluence instead of struggling by with only an emaciated goat or a small weekly catch of mercury-laden sardines for income
Dimitrios Varvarigos, the socialist MP for Laganas, believes that Brits who have been espied enjoying sexual congress in the town square should be extradited. “Young Britons have been shown in photographs engaged in acts that are not only low life, but criminal,” he remarked this week, adding that he’d seen a pair at it on his way to work that morning. Presumably, while these young people are offering a public demonstration of the collective British libido, the black-clad Greeks are hanging around with their Canons primed and ready.
For the Greeks it is an altogether simpler matter. As that minister of tourism said: “Like it or not, it is these kids who are paying the bills and propping up the local economy.”