Category Archives: Being Turkish

Hows That for Luck?

Luck has got to be hiding somewhere, seeing as it isn’t at work with me or in my love life, I figured it maybe hiding in more of the ‘luck- required’ areas. Not that it isn’t required at work or … Continue reading

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Mind Over Matter

Every year about this time I have drunk-night-epiphany moment where something feels like it has changed. Yep, and true-to-from last night I got very drunk and woke this morning with large gaps in memory but nevertheless in an enlightened state. … Continue reading

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The Whore In My Bed

I have found a new friend in the dark of the night, as quiet and as motionless as she is, she gives sound advice. As fantastic as the listener she is, I am reluctant to speak to her. I have … Continue reading

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Drive Safely and Please Wear A Seat Belt

As a family, we have been driving from London to Turkey for about 12 years now. The journey takes about 3 days, it’s a long stretch for a car journey but I must add it has always been the most … Continue reading

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