Monday, March 1, 2010

Turkey





The men in Turkey have hairy arms. The men and women in Greece have hairy arms, but I think that the women in Turkey don't and that the men take it out. I have never been to Greece or Turkey.

I have come across alot of Turkish men. Not in bath houses and not in a wrestling setting, but in Germany. And the UK. In Germany we know that Berlin is the world's second biggest Turkish city, second only to Istanbul. The Turks there make kebabs and they sell them for nothing, relatively.

In Berlin you can leave the house with five euros and have nine beers and a kebab whilst walking the streets and seeing the sights.

The Turks pride themselves on being a secular nation with a muslim majority. The Turks I have met have been hard working. They have worked hard to provide me with a kebab. They work hard to suppress any potential uprising amongst their Kurdish population.

They also worked hard when fighting for the Ottoman Empire during World War 1. It was the Turks who repelled the invading ANZAC force. Much blame has been put on the English command for that defeat, that national baptism of fire, but not very often does one hear praise forthcoming for the Turks who were defending their land.

When Australians started going en masse to Gallipoli for ANZAC day the Turks thought we were coming to apologise for the invasion. Honestly thought that.

I wonder if it ever crossed anyone present's mind?

Also, despite the obvious, the Turkey, gobble gobble, doesn't hail from Turkey, kebab. Massive case of mistaken identity, but basically Guinea Fowl, from Guinea, West Africa, were traded by Turks from Turkey to the Poms from England. The Poms, from England, fucked up again and named the birds after the traders. Calling Guinea Fowls, from Guinea, West Africa, Turkeys because they were traded by Turks from Turkey. Turkeys as we know them today were from the Americas, and when Europeans 'discovered' them the birds were mistaken.

So something birds were mistakenly called Turkeys, traded by Turks, which were in turn mistakenly named and were indeed Guinea Fowl from Guinea.

I had originally started this post with the proposal that Turkey be called 'Muslim Chicken'. By this I meant the bird and not the place, but that didn't make any sense.


Gobble gobble.

I am a fair believer that arm hair is a good indicator of the proliferation of other body hair. My famous Guatemalan friend, Pedro Pablo Mendez Gonzales, always championed the investigation of a girl's eyebrows and ankles, not for body hair but as an indication of where her coming years would aesthetically take her.

I have heard only good reports from people who have visited Turkey. I have never visited Turkey, albeit with my lips, teeth and digestive system.

And I must say that I recommend it to anyone.

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