Andy's Glasses

Its over. As I sit here at Athens International Airport, I’ve swam my last swim, walked my last beach, eaten my last fava-bean and drank my last ouzo. Which would have been my first in fact cos I’m not a lover of the stuff cos it tastes so strongly of aniseed and makes me dance – Read More-

We’ve moved. No longer on Kea, we took the morning ferry back to… somewhere fairly near Athens, from where we took an Uber to… a resort somewhere fairly near Athens. This picture will tell you exactly where we are now. We’re ‘there’. So we can enjoy our last day and tomorrow morning here before heading – Read More-

I’m in Greece. In case you missed that. And here on beautiful Kea Island there is a population of 2,500. Mostly Greeks, I’m guessing. The demographic of our hotel is a bit different. As it’s a hotel. Where forriners live. Not many cos its a really small hotel, so its a bit ‘intimate’. I don’t – Read More-

We all have our routines. And on hot holidays ours barely varies. Swim before breakfast; Mel’s golden rule. She does it in the Finchley drizzle, she certainly won’t miss it in the glorious sunshine and heat of Kea Island. I’m there. Like a puppy. Following. In her wake. I complete my statutory 3 lengths, she’s – Read More-

And finally: THE FISH! The most fab fish in all of Europe. Now, unfortunately, an ex-fish, but he (/she) died in the most noble of all causes. To feed me. What’s fishy though is the mysterious case of the exploding communication devices. Very strange. We’ve all had phones that pack up, electric bikes whose batteries – Read More-

There’s few sights in the world as beautiful as a ship under sail. With, like, sails. Four sheets to the wind. In the literal sense. It’s as peaceful as when your Nirvana cd comes to the end. As serene as a David Ginola goal. As beautiful as the South Stand at White Hart Lane. As – Read More-

I’ve been to Greece before. In fact, I was here 2 or 3 years ago, for my maiden voyage to Athens. Wonderful city. And I’ve been to numerous islands over the years, as everybody has. You get off the plane, they tell you it’s Corfu, or Mykonos, or Crete, but it’s probably the same island – Read More-

So we’re on our way to Kea island. Where???? You may well ask. Middle’afuckin’ nowhere, is the short answer. Possibly ‘middle of the Aegean Sea. Same difference. We were looking for a break, a quick holiday to raise the spirits and rest the souls and enhance Mrs Conway’s suntan. And me mate Mark begged me, – Read More-

War is brutal. Bloody. Gruesome. Nasty. So when Putin offers a serious warning, verging on an outright threat, it must be stressed most strongly that he is NOT talking about Arsenal playing Spurs tomorrow. He’s talking about that other conflict, the lesser one, over in Ukraine (currently). And although many might see comparisons between these – Read More-