tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-221942732011-04-21T22:24:25.088+03:00Und wenn ihr nun gegen den Türken zieht so seid ja gewiß und zweifelt nicht daran, daß ihr nicht gegen Fleisch und Blut, das heißt: gegen Menschen, streitet. Sonst will ich euer Prophet sein, daß ein Türke viele Christen schlagen wird. Sondern seid gewiß, daß ihr gegen ein großes Heer Teufel streitet; denn des Türken Heer ist eigentlich der Teufel Heer. Martin Luther, 1541MadBadTurkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11269283492908513745noreply@blogger.comBlogger91100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22194273.post-1159992139942905652006-10-04T22:54:00.000+03:002006-10-05T07:05:14.033+03:00

I have been told by my parents that sometime in my idyllic childhood I developed an unhealthy fascination for cucumbers. I would eat nothing else. Since my parents had no certainty that I would develop into the fine, strapping forty-something I am now, they were worried.You see, cucumbers are among the most calorifically deficient fruits to be found. If you were a man, you would need to eat

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I'd be among the first to acknowledge no love for the papacy. Granted, a very very few have been inspirational, but the track record of the bishopric of Rome is hardly a good advertisement for Christianity. And I feel even no empathy for the present incumbent who seems a wonderful cross between a German accountant and a 14-th century scholastician.But then, all this fuss about what the Pope said

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I'm very impressed - and a little frightened- by the ability of the British police to nab twenty-odd people while thwarting an attempt to blow up planes or cause "mass murder on an unimaginable scale". And, despite the hassles that will no doubt occur, I intend to go ahead with my next trip to the UK in October.

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I have often wondered whether the world would not be a much better place today if Mr al-Wahhab (1703-1792) had accidentally been killed during one of the periodic Ottoman incursions from the civilised Hedjaz into the primitive Nejd. Sand, it appears, has a tendency to sharpen religious feelings. Mr al Wahhab was no exception. A good preacher (and a reasonably sound theologian, let us give him his

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.....or so say the guys at Manchester Metropolitan University. As reported by Turkish newsfeeds. Apparently, these phones are home to whole colonies, nay galaxies of harmful microscopic creepy-crawlies. They feed off the dirt that accumulates on your hands and flourish in the higher-than-ambient temperatures of the phones themselves.I always thought I was doing my sanity a world of good by not

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The problem with changing jobs is that you have precious little time to do anything but work. The new job is fine - though I'm still not exactly sure what I'm supposed to be doing. Bit of a surprise, really, at my age. I guess I'll soon figure it out. But the hours are a mite longer than at my previous job - sort of 7 a.m. through to well past 7 p.m. - and I am tired. Should have taken a

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Artichokes are unfairly neglected. They are, however, my favourite food. I will therefore attempt to persuade you, O gentle reader, to read about this wonderful plant and to eat it frequently.My source of irrefutable wisdom, Wikipedia, says that the plant in its current form was developed by the Neapolitans during the renaissance. Thank God for Neapolitans. In Turkey, artichokes are said to be

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Much has changed since I started this blog in February and so I was never able to get around to posting something worthwhile. Got dumped, had another birthday, changed jobs. So, apologies to the hundreds of millions who would have followed the blog had there been anything to read.Anyway, I'm back.

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Well, far be it from me that I shouldn't jump on a bandwagon. Everyone from cloistered nuns to rock groups seems to have blogs, so why not me? And since there's a dearth of Turkish blogs, surely I should do my best to rectify the problem? Here goes, then.And I hope no-one will be disappointed if I don't share my teeming thoughts every day.

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