There was a great piece of text about Ibiza’s greed written by the late Colin Butts that’s sits true with this.
"It is with heavy but healthy heart, problematic pancreas, lesioned liver and sombrero'd (ish) Shar Pei, that today I indefinitely head back to the UK for what at the very least, will be my first full London summer since 1999.
From initially visiting Ibiza in 1983, to working here in those magical years of 87 & 88, to visiting friends all through the beautifully naive nineties, to vowing to never come back in 1999, to moving over to Ibiza the very next summer with my 56 channel desk recording studio and seeing the remix we did of Sweet Dreams explode, to getting Is Harry on the Boat? made into a film that same year, to finding that studio a more permanent home in a record shop called Plastic Fantastic, to thinking it would be good to have a cool little bar there in 2002 and that eventually evolving into Plastik, to buying a villa here in 2007 so my winters were spent here too, to eventually getting A Bus Could Run You Over made last year... So much seems to have happened yet it all seems like yesterday.
When I started my relationship with Ibiza she was a lot more innocent, like a naturally beautiful young girl not fully aware of the effect she has on people.
I leave her having grown into a far more sophisticated, hard-nosed businesswoman.
I leave her constantly trying to deny all the things that drew me and so many others to her in the 1st place - now she wants to be taken seriously. It's all about the businesswoman and she is trying to deny her past, deny her initial appeal as though that innocence ashames her.
She is super successful - rich beyond her wildest dreams - but I leave her even more nepotistic, greedy, spoilt, knowing what she doesn't want but half clueless as to what she does want, particularly for San Antonio, a massive part of her initial appeal that she now looks down at like a gangrenous toe that she'd rather amputate than cure.
God/Allah/My Little Pony willing I am intending to come back but inept and short-sighted politicians may well make me think twice.
Maybe I'd be more tempted to return if they brought back stocks to every village so that any "agent" asking stupid fees and prices for seasonal or long term property rental could be locked in them and have rotten fruit thrown at them. Or rocks.
Also stick in the planners who defy logic to order the most disruptive road works at the worst times. Feel free to add any other stock victims below.
I could rant for hours but would rather end on a positive note by thanking all my Ibiza friends who have rallied around and supported me, be they still living on this frustratingly magnetic island or elsewhere in the world but who know that our deep connection is rooted in this island.
Adios seems inappropriate so hasta luego Ibiza.
Have a good summer everyone xxx"