The sun was just reaching its zenith on the tiny Greek island of Mykonos, one of the brightest jewels in the Aegean Sea. Poolside speakers at the small but well-appointed Hotel Sunbird played a continuous loop of music, alternating between traditional Greek and the ubiquitous and at times annoying Europop sounds. For those relaxing on the hotel"s sun-loungers, strategically placed around all four sides of the pool, the hotel owners thankfully kept the volume at a manageable level, so it was never overly intrusive.
Back home in Liverpool, where it would just be approaching nine a.m. the temperature was a comfortable sixty degrees Fahrenheit, but on the sun-drenched island the mercury had just passed eighty five degrees and was steadily rising. The island itself seemed to bask in the sunshi
