I refused to do that on many occasion, despite being constantly urged to every time I

visited my girlfriend's family in Turkey.

Immerse myself in the culture? Of course! Mix lahmacun sauce with my bare hands? Indeedy. Feast on the spleen of a ram killed an hour earlier? Lovely. Wrap up used toilet paper and put it into the s**t bin rather than flush it away? Well, yeah (took a bit of getting used to). Learn all the complex physical greeting protocols? No problem. Try to get the balance right between finishing my coffee and swallowing a mouthful of the ground beans? Yes, I'll even sit smiling and patient for half an hour while all the women argue over who is going to read me my fortune after every bloody time I have a cup of coffee. And then regardless of who it is, tell me precisely the same things the last one did an hour ago.

Set fire to my features? Fuck off!

Posted By: Steve in Holland, Mar 15, 14:10:12