Hope the hell that makes sense where I'm going.. supposed to be: Hello, where is a beer?
In Turkish.

I'm off to the remnants of the Ottoman Empire and wannabe EU country next week with the Good Padre for a looksee...While she's doing some ' official ' stuff I'm hoping to slip away to poke about at Troy for some long lost goldy bits, and a walk about to marvel at the Gallipoli campaign detritus as well as take in the usual sites, smells, food and ambiance..

Tell you what I ain't doing [ and you guys better support me on this ] is buying some ' famed' Turkish Rug for the den or bathroom at outlandish prices just because I can see the workers making it to order...

Wonder if I can peek over the border into Iraq and toss a brick at a jihadist just to say I did my part?

Anyway, heading out end of next week and so I've got to spend quality time making sure I got clean undies and matching socks and lose a few last minute pounds so I look more like my passport phottie which was taken --ahem --a short while back...

so, if'n I'm not here to bug you guys and rub Chris whatisname the wrong way, you'll know why and not worry that I choked on the oilve in my martini [ shaken not stirred ]