Okay, Thanassis! With all the blah-blah-blahs in this rather cryptic little whine of yours here, I have absolutely no idea why all of your grandiose dreams of a long summer getaway astride your Triumph have suddenly appeared to have vanished as does a North African Sirocco which occassionaly wafts over your Balkan Peninsula, only to be gone in a moment's notice.

In other words..."this is all greek to me", Dude!!!

What happened???


Yep! Just like a good Single Malt Scotch, you might call me "an acquired taste" TOO.(among the many OTHER things you may care to call me, of course)