Want to learn to skipper a super yacht? Or have an intimate week-long stag party with a difference? Perhaps you’re looking to entertain your business associates with real panache? Or have a memorable off-site meeting? Or do you just feel like throwing everything in a weekend bag and jetting off to Greece for some last-minute sun and sailing? And perhaps doing some water-skiing, wakeboarding and fishing too?

Now you can enjoy this luxury for a price that fits wallets that may already be slim after a summer holiday in Cap Ferrat, buying a Saro-Gem custom watch or splashing out on the new Jaguar F type.

Welcome to Misty Blue – a 63-foot luxury motor yacht that takes six guests plus crew. She’s unique, built entirely to owner David and Sharon Waldman’s high quality specifications. Think wood panelling, three roomy cabins with their own luxury marble en suite bathrooms, a big saloon, leather sofas and the thickest of vanilla hand-made Indian carpet. She’s 2002 vintage but looks spanking new after extensive re-fitting.

There’s never been a better time than now to step aboard Misty Blue. Not just because she cruises the newly fashionable Ionian Sea – to the destinations of your choice. Not simply because you swop grey skies for weather that’s blissful from now until November and boasts blue heavens again from April. But because this is the Lusso deal of the century, and perhaps the millennium.

Instead of the boat and crew costing you £18,000 to charter for six people for a week, she’s being offered to the Lusso lads (and ladies) for £11,950. Just £166 per person per night (based on six people). If you want something short and sweet, take a day’s cruise and gourmet meal aboard for £150 per person. Or a special Stars and Drinks evening – about which more later – a snip at £75 a head.

The week’s price covers as much alcohol as you can drink 24/7, skippering lessons if you’d like them, loan of watersports and fishing gear and breakfast and delicious home-cooked lunch every day plus one gourmet five-course evening meal during the week. Included too are a personal tender to take you to shore whenever you choose, plus all the yachting services of David and Sharon, the delightful crew of two… He’s the Captain/engineer; she’s the first mate/chef.

What’s the catch? There isn’t one.

If this sounds like an advertisement, it’s not. A promotion? It’s not. It’s just happened that David and Sharon read Lusso – possibly the universe’s leading luxury lifestyle magazine – and knew they wanted to share their yacht with its readers. Their kind of people.

You’ll be in good company if you cruise the Ionian. Billie Piper just holidayed there and so too Giorgio Armani, the latter on his own boat. And it’s a magnet for Oprah, Spielberg, Madonna and Abramovich. It offers some of the best sailing in the world.

Hop aboard Misty Blue and you can visit emerald islands in an azure sea. David will teach you to skipper, helping you with boat handling and navigation. Afterwards you’ll pop onshore to dance the night away in the groovy nightclubs of Lefkada. Or jump in the tender to nip across the waves to quayside bars with live music in Meganisi’s Port Vathy.

You may drop anchor by the floating Russian palaces – the mega yachts found beside Skorpios, the new party island belonging to 24 year-old Ekaterina, daughter of potash buhzillionaire Dmitry Ryboloblev. And swim to one of its beaches. Or you can learn to scuba-dive. And who could resist water-skiing or wakeboarding beside these James Bond-style party islands?

If peace is more your thing, David will take you to hidden bays and secluded beaches and the best harbours. You’ll probably see turtles swimming and swordfish jumping out of water and dolphins playing in the bow waves as you cruise along gently. He’ll also guide you on walks through gorges and villages. Or you’ll hug the coast at Misty Blue’s leisurely pace of 10 knots an hour, sailing past Lord Rothschild’s own private peninsula for the rich and famous on Meganisi.

You’ll eat barbecued sea bream, succulent octopus and stuffed vine leaves and drink ouzo and retsina. Then feast on watermelon sweeter than the sun. You’ll find few places to beat the Taverna Stavros Family on Meganisi. It’s on the marina, the tables set beside the bobbing boats and owner Nikolaos will treat you like a long-lost friend.

But when you don’t ever want to see taramasalata again, you can enjoy Sharon’s cooking on board. Coronation chicken for lunch, perhaps? Or a gourmet dinner with homemade fish cakes, lemon and lime sorbet to clean the palette, salmon with crème fraîche and dill and then the lightest of sticky toffee puddings.

You’ll sunbathe on deck then lie on a recliner sipping cocktails in the evening as the sun dips behind the hills. Just when you think it can’t get any better, you can stretch under a limitless sky, watching shooting stars. Or invite Steve Clarke-Lens on board for a Stars and Drinks evening. An eccentric Englishman who built his own felucca (Egyptian ship), Steve now struts the deck of Misty Blue with thespian abandon, pointing his torch into the night sky and hammily divulging fascinating facts about….oh well, I’m not going to spoil it by saying. Just go see for yourself.

After just a day off booze or cigarettes – or even after a serious detox – there can be few better places for a retox than the Four Seasons in Koh Samui, Thailand. It’s a luxury resort that deserves a squillion stars (and stripes.) They offer torpedo-sized cigars, burgers so big and fresh that they almost moo, and chips to love more than life itself. And the place is full of Eastern promise and Asiatic charm with an American twist – a perfect retox ambience.

Koh Samui lies in the Gulf of Thailand, the principal island in an archipelago of 48 islands. The 4S (as the Four Seasons is known to aficionados) is set amid lush tropical rain forest and beside a whiter-than-cocaine beach overlooking the distant islands of the gulf. The weather is hot and perfect for tanning, as it should be for a good retox.

Staff deliver chilled towels, Coca-Cola floats and cocktails to a supine me on the private beach; so there’s little reason even to walk the 50 steps from my recliner to the ocean’s edge. When I tire of lolling there’s an opportunity to have a Minor Affair for the day (such is the name of the resort’s vroomiest of high performance speed boats with a sound system, DVD and TV ). Otherwise I can splash around with kayaks and stand-up paddle boards – not too much exercise, mind. That would smack of healthy living.

After all, I’m at the resort purely to overcome any vestiges of my Kamalaya detox (see Lusso article, ‘OM, OM….OMG’). I’m here to try to raise my toxin levels to those of the average McDonald’s quaffing, midwestern American; and to do my best to pile on the pounds until I can go up two sizes and make a British size 16 dress look figure-hugging. Except, let’s face it, I am as unlikely to manage this as I am to live on air and juice on a serious detox. But I can dream.

Fortunately the resort is close to Chaweng – which is renowned among international fun-makers as ‘party central’. Forget Ibiza – so last millennium. The Chaweng discos throb with techno, rave, house and ambient DJ music – and there’s particularly feverish party activity on full moon nights. Starz Club gets top billing: it’s where party-goers sip Lusty Ladies and get into the Cage aux Folles spirit as the silver lamé curtain rises on the cabaret…and the kathoeys (‘ladyboys’) strut their stuff.

Back at 4S, my accommodation has good retox possibilities. I have a delicious private villa with my own infinity pool and panoramic views of Laem Yai Bay. More importantly, I have a panoramic view of a 42” flatscreen. For those of us on a serious retox, there are 34 channels, DVDs, an iPod docking station and copies of Newsweek and Time. Why on earth would I ever want a ‘no news, no shoes’ holiday when I can have lots of news and lots of shoes? (On which note, tennis shoes of all sizes are available at the 4S tennis court, should I wish to amble down there with a cocktail to watch people playing).

To achieve a full retox and to help my waistline expand, a golf buggy service is available 24 hours a day. Even for journeys of less than a yard. Unusual fact: it takes three weeks to pass the test to get a golf buggy driver’s license. Another good fact: it’s just a short buggy ride to visit the resort’s drive-in wine fridge: an electrical wonder that could double as an air raid shelter for several guests in the event that attacks from the mosquitos on a mission to kill escalate into full-blown mosquito war. (Joking aside, this is the sort of wine cooler you generally find in French chateaux….but here you can also follow up a visit with an elephant trek on paradise island.)

Once my retox is seriously underway and I’m having what can best be described as colonic irrigation in reverse, there’s little inducement for me to move from my room. Fortunately there are plenty of ways for me to try to rid myself of my luminous skin without stepping outside. There’s a fridge in my room with Mentos – sweets which, thankfully, have at least 500 additives and colours; a drawer filled with whisky and Scotch; another dedicated wine fridge; and a mini-bar plus an Espresso machine. Who in their right mind would ever want ‘barefoot luxury’ when you can have instead a key to this, your personal upmarket deli?

Yes, I’m now following a hardcore retox programme. The only exercise I’m prepared to do is to step into my delicious egg bathtub, a work of art in itself. I wallow in coconut bath salts, a breeze on my face and watch a boat bobbing on the waters below. Retox bliss? But with sudden dread, I realise this is all unhealthily healthy. So I order a champagne breakfast with scrambled eggs with white truffle oil with a side order of Shrek’s favourite corn chips and a cheesy Hula Hula Hawaiian pizza. (Detox fans say that giving your liver a chance to clean itself out helps eliminate nasties through the digestive tract and skin. But doing it in reverse doesn’t have the same nasty side effects.)

My order is delivered by staff with cigar-length smiles, and arrives in less than a nano of a nanosecond: service that puts the 4S in a league of its own. Even the most (four) seasoned retoxer will rarely have encountered service like this. The staff will probably stop the resort’s palm trees swaying if I ask. “An elephant, madam? I’ll have it with you in five minutes.”

If I want to join in, there are endless retox activitities: 24-hour business services; beach evenings of eating popcorn and watching Academy Award winners under the stars; tropical drink and cocktail mixologist classes; and beach barbeques with authenticity lite fire-eaters and Thai dancers. And, reassuringly, it’s all watched and done by honeymooning Americans, investment bankers and ladies with trout lips, pert boob jobs and full maquillage. Not for me the detox crowd in bad moods and kaftans.

As my holiday draws to its end, I reduce my retox activities, aiming to find a level that I can realistically incorporate into my life at home. There’s no point in retoxing, just to go back to my bad old habits of healthy eating and living. But I know that there will be social situations when I cannot be a hardline retoxer and still have friends. To prepare myself for a return to my real life, I eat Thai cuisine in the resort’s restaurant, Lan Tania. It’s sublime gnocchi from mashed ‘potato’ made of boiled jackfruit stones; and as for its green tea bread….mwah.

The resort’s spa provides another way to wean myself off the more drastic elements of my retox – another good way to avoid retox withdrawals and the possibility of going cold turkey on the return Bangkok Airways flight. Treatments take place in an enchanted kingdom of villas and salas (covered verandas) in thick tropical rainforest and reached via wooden plank walkways and wooden steps. It’s the spa that Tarzan and Jane would have chosen for their honeymoon. They should be so lucky.

I try the Siam Fusion. First there’s Thai massage, which is like being in a one-person wrestling match (the brochure calls it ‘Thai yogic stretches’). Next the therapist does battle with my pressure points. Then she rubs me with Luk Pra Kob (warm compresses of lemongrass and ginger) and finishes with an energizing deep pressure massage with essential oils. It’s A*. (The poor woman does an excellent job of trying to detox me; but, after my dedicated efforts to eat and drink myself silly, luckily there’s some way yet to go.)

I was a Four Seasons virgin. Now I’ve been deflowered, I’m a Four Seasons junkie. I’ll visit the 4S again when my retox levels become dangerously low. What’s not to like? The fine fast food? Ambience? Activities? The location? Nothing. It’s hardly surprising that I’ve become a 4S retox junkie. It’s a resort that’s luxurious and allows guests to replace toxins at their own pace: to overfeed, overindulge and listen to what your body really wants. As a pleasurable aside, the 4S is also the genius hotel group that introduced Wi-Fi airport transfer limos. The first service of its kind. Just to ensure that I can keep addicted to technology even on a brief car drive. Wi- Fi retox where have you been all my life? But then that’s another story….

The Sukhotai may be surrounded by the noisy concrete jungle of Bangkok. Yet it’s that rare thing – a resort hotel in the centre of the city. It boasts landscaped gardens with water features and even an Olympic-sized pool. The décor is stylish and contemporary Thai, with miles of sage and copper silks, vases of lotus flowers and jasmine-garlanded statues of Buddha and friends. But there are other details that are more Silicone Valley than Siam: bedrooms with adaptor sockets to fit iAnything; and iPad restaurant menus. Try dishes with ‘rice paddy herbs’, ‘pandanus leaves’ and ‘garden chillies’ or visit La Scala, their European eaterie with a visiting roster of Michelin chefs. Everywhere staff glide by with hands clasped in ‘sawasdeeka’ greeting. Ask for a room overlooking the courtyard with its decorative, pike-filled pond. Go for the hotel’s impeccable service and for its convenience. Go for the power of calm.