
Although Jeremy is entitled to his personal sexual preferences about moustaches and ignorance about greek shipyards' current products, indeed, as a Greek myself, I can firmly confirm that our beloved country has become a toilet.
After half a century of whoring ourselves out for hordes of cash-strapped, mentally-challenged, ill-mannered drunkyards from certain parts of Britain, we finally can reassure you that a dozen of well-known tourist spots, transformed into giant loos.
Please, do come back. It's entertaining to watch your future generations entertain theirselves. Meaning to drink. And drink. And drink more. And then drink a bit more, but no less than yesterday. Hey, even declaring fake rapes, in order to milk some extra cash from the insurance companies.
Eventually, we'll even let Jeremy design middle-of-the-road loos, such as those found in Soho. The pride of Britain has every right to a public relief. Jeremy knows that, as he writes for The Sun.

