Yesterday was the final day in the Cyprus football league season, and the outcome came down to the result of the match between Omonia and Apoel, which Omonia won 1 - 0, making them champions. This was the cause for much celebration hereabouts and, being excitable mediterranean types, the Omonia supporters got in their cars and drove round town tooting their horns, generally yelling and waving flags. Fair enough, and entertaining. Up to a point. I have to tell you that all that flipping racket gets a little tedious after a while, especially if you are walking along the road on which a slow-moving disorganised motor procession of tooting and blaring Omonia supporters is making its way driving round the town in circles. It were making my ears hurt and no mistake.
A couple of them collided at the crossroads in front of the police station, making for total chaos. In typical Cypriot PC Plodopoulos manner, the cops did nothing about it, merely standing on the corner watching the collapse of society as we know it. Meanwhile, the Flower Festival at the seafront was coming to an end and they let off loads of fireworks. Not titchy little fizzy ones but 15 megaton blasters that make yer ribcage vibrate. Added to the Omonia supporters' noise it were most cacophonous. Actually, come to think of it, that would be a good name for a noisy Greek - Kako Kakophonous.