'I have very little sympathy for the entitled expats scrambling to evacuate their war-torn Love Island villas.' Now, let me state for the record that I wouldn’t wish a war zone on anyone. Not even a load of ex-reality show has-beens posturing in a city boasting gold vending machines – for buying actual gold – underwater hotel suites and police driving Lamborghinis. The less said about the awful pistachio chocolate, the better. But if I’m honest, after listening to friends – sorry, ex-friends –