The name of a small Mediterranean island down south in ‘Sweatigroinland’.
This package holiday destination is about a six hour aeroplane flight from Blighty. So unless you really desire deep vein thrombosis and can stomach two in-flight DVD screenings of ‘My Best Friend’s Wedding’, I wouldn’t bother if I was you.
Cyprus is shaped like a violin. Which is somewhat ironic when you consider it has now admitted to ‘fiddling its own books’ and having to go to Herr Merkel for a Wonga Loan.
When I was a boy, Cyprus was lorded over by some geezer called ‘Archbishop Makarios the Third’.
Whilst his name suggests he might have been an american country and western singer, he actually looked a bit like Rowan Williams- only with a far higher tendency to incite terrorism and put the whole Royal Navy on ‘mass evacuation’ stand-by.
It gets too damn hot down there at times. In fact, it is hot enough to boil a taxi driver’s bum. So I’d book a b&b in Bognor Regis if I was you.