Perking the Pansies
Jack and Liam move to Turkey

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Turkish Language

Turkish is the official language of Turkey. Turkish is thought to belong to the Altaic language family and is distantly related to Mongolian, Korean and other inscrutable Asiatic tongues. Though rhythmic and poetic on the ear, Turkish is not an easy language for Europeans to learn. Despite Atatürk’s valiant 1928 adoption of the Latin alphabet and the fact that the language is phonetic and mostly regular, the word order, agglutinations and the absence of familiar sounds all conspire to make learning Turkish difficult. A good grasp of Turkish, though preferable, is not strictly necessary when visiting the main tourist spots along the Aegean and Mediterranean coasts as English is widely spoken. However, learning a few words in Turkish will always be appreciated by your hosts, as the best-selling author Jack Scott found when he moved to Turkey and which re recounted in his memoir Perking the Pansies, Jack and Liam move to Turkey.

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Chapter 1: In the Beginning
"...turkishjust returned from Bodrum, a chic and cosmopolitan kind of place attracting serious turkish cash, social nonconformists and relatively few discount tourists. Liam loved it and after many years visiting the western shores of Anatolia, I needed no convincing. We were agreed. It was Turkey or nowhere. ..."

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Chapter 2: Ave Maria
"...turkishassed by with terrifying haste. Liam took up position as unpaid planning guru, devouring every relocation book on the market and organising our journey into the Byzantine world of turkish red tape. He concocted a bells-and- whistles financial model and called it Bill. On the day he was born, Bill ..."

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"...turkishhigh noon at Bodrum’s busy otogar (bus station) and the dollies scurried about the cracked tarmac like random ants. As usual, the modern day kervanseray was bursting with life: purveyors of rapid kebabs and sweet-baked simits, lemon- scenting cut-throat barbers, pantaloon’d grannies on the make, weary country boys looking for ..."
"...turkishly scurried out of town and joined the main arterial highway, an uninspiring road lined with commercial developments reminiscent of a sun-drenched London North Circular. Feeling like the Sunday roast slowly cooking in a fan assisted oven, we rushed past a hotchpotch of flashy ultra- modern furniture showrooms, out-of-town hypermarkets, ..."
"...turkishurned to Yalıkavak the next day to meet a British estate agent Liam had stumbled across on the Internet. The emlakçı had promised a choice selection of rental properties, all within ten minutes of the town and all with the obligatory pool. ..."

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Chapter 4: Indian Summer
"...turkishtea was served, Chrissy continued the fascinating chronicle of their Tristan and Isolde love affair, pinching Bernard if he attempted to butt in and insisting that she’d been attracted to Bernard’s maturity, not his fat wallet or enormous investment portfolio. She and Bernard both hailed from failed marriages. Chrissy wed ..."
"...turkishternoon, we semi-adopted a ginger feral kitten, called her Marina and kept her fed and watered. As a reward for our benevolence she defecated in our flip-flops. That day and every day for a week, we wandered up to Tepe Heights in shorts and disinfected footwear to measure up and ..."
"...turkisham had set the ring-tone to a dreadful version of the turkish National Anthem and the tinny Stalinesque sound of the İstiklâl Marşı jolted Marina from her cat-nap. It also prompted her to leave a (presumably) involuntary gift on our rented duvet. The little man told us in no uncertain ..."
"...turkishJack? You’re late! Come! Only you.” He hurried me through the door of the Customs House leaving Liam to mingle with a burly gang of overalled workers kicking their heels outside.The rude little man dragged me through the labyrinthine building, ferrying me around various offices to ..."

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"...turkishas a lippy social worker, a shapely sassy lass dressed to impress with enormous breasts and a cavernous cleavage. A genuine Eastender of Cypriot extraction, Nancy spoke both English and turkish with a Cockney drawl. I liked her instantly. She had abandoned a long loveless marriage for romance and orgasms ..."

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Chapter 6: The Emigreys
"...turkishbered into the stranger’s car. Liam sat next to the driver and I made do with the cramped back seat in the company of four shopping bags and a box of kindling. The ethereal sound of Tosca wailing on the castle ..."
"...turkishvak was expectedly quiet. The giant sail awnings that graced the high street on our first visit had been folded away, the postcard vendors and tourist-tat traders had left for winter pastures and the few restaurants that hadn’t shut up shop ..."
"...turkishr was temporarily diverted from her anti-smoking rant by the arrival of food. “If that’s turkish cuisine, I’d rather slum it in Greece. Or Africa, for Christ’s sake.” She turned to the smaller of her grey attendants. “Unbelievable, they’re still smoking. Do something.” She tossed her cutlery onto the table ..."
"...turkish greeted enthusiastically by our turkish host. Mehmet was clearly grateful for the unforeseen winter custom. The smoky drinking den was barely lit and three local punters propped up the shabby bar, silently sipping rakı, the intoxicating aniseed-flavoured national tipple. A lone expat sat in the corner of the room, ..."

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Chapter 7: Clement's Closet
"...turkishiless turkish winter was upon us and we were woefully unprepared. We were mugged by a posse of violent tempests rolling across the horizon, a savage spectacle of light and sound that crashed ashore, trapping us inside. Every day, one perfect storm ..."
"...turkishquency, volume and velocity of the rain meant that walking into town was a high risk activity. Most of the local roads turned into shallow canals and our flimsy shoes began to rot. Liam decided to search online for home-delivered wellies. It was a fruitless exercise in more ways than ..."

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"...turkishdown by Chrissy’s insistence, we finally succumbed to the dubious joys of Bernard’s home-spun fare. We rode the dolly to their house in Torba with heavy hearts. As usual the dolly was chock-full of commuting locals. We were jammed into the front, next to a man carrying a car exhaust. ..."
"...turkish’s house was generously and expensively appointed, heavily dressed in English country-cottage naffness. Windows were suffocated by thick floral drapes trimmed with massive braided tassels that wouldn’t look out of place in a jaded Thistle hotel. Her provincial tastes were closer than she realised to her turkish char; she was ..."

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"...turkishhatted, hugged and fussed over the baby, an astonishing tale unfolded. A young turkish woman had given birth in Izmir. She named the baby Adalet. Unmarried and no better than a harlot in the eyes of her community, Adalet’s mother was faced with an agonising choice: place her baby in ..."
"...turkishte cried. I don’t think I have ever seen a woman so happy. Years of repressed emotion had exploded in a single event. She clung on to her baby and sobbed with relief and unabashed joy. Liam wrapped his arms around Charlotte and they chatted animatedly about baby-grows, nursery wallpaper ..."
"...turkished in silence, heading for the timber-framed council-run café. All turkish towns had them. Cheap çay attracted locals and tourists alike, despite the surly service (“Get your own friggin’ cutlery!”) and arse-aching seats (“If you want comfort, go to the bloody Marina!”). Liam liked to go native and went ..."
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"... man. “I ordered tea but got Nescafé. That man hates me.” Nestlé had cornered the turkish instant coffee market and we preferred it to the authentic turkish kind, though Liam was determined to educate our palate. “Just ‘cause it looks and tastes like tar, doesn’t mean we ..."
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"... arranged placements were rigorous, lengthy and intrusive. “We’re not in England now, Jack.” “I know, I know.” “And what do we know about turkish law?” “Jack shit.” Our conversation caught the attention of a Turk sitting at an adjacent table. Liam caught his ..."

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Chapter 12: Tales of the City
"...turkishht of the chattering classes frolicked along handsomely. Fuelled by the entire contents of Clive’s wine cellar, we tripped through politics, high and unbelievably low culture, Eurovision, the banking crisis and pensions reform, all glued together by enough gossip to feed a year’s supply of The National Enquirer. I took ..."
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"... Times were changing. Cathleen was tired. Life had exhausted her and it tormented Liam to see her fading so quickly. “It’s not fair, Jack. It’s plain cruel.” We both knew that our parents were becoming more dependent. One day, our turkish adventure might be curtailed. We were prepared. ..."

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Chapter 14: The VOMITs
"...turkisht several weeks batting away invites to candle-lit suppers and fondue parties, determined to get a taste of the real Turkey. Liam was wedded to his turkish for Idiots phrase book and practised whenever he got the chance. This might involve ringing a local estate agent and pretending to sell ..."
"...turkishwas finally in the air and there was a spring in our step. The warming rays stirred us from the benign boredom of winter hibernation. Shorts were aired, sun creams checked and flip flops dusted down. Mosquito season approached alongside and this was dire news for Liam. Relentless and voracious, ..."
"...turkishaid the occasional visit, usually to collect the rubbish when Tariq was otherwise engaged, but sometimes just to say hello or tell us about an event in the village. One spring morning she caught me on the terrace. She was clutching an official- looking document I assumed to be yet ..."
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"... I said. “It’s another friggin’ VOMIT.” “Excuse me?” “A Victim Of Men In Turkey. They’re everywhere. Stupid middle-aged women who fall for the turkish boys. They come ashore as Shirley Valentines…” “And end up washed up on the beach as VOMITs. I get the ..."

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Chapter 16: Judgement Day
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"... bedroom. “I’ve missed that typically turkish aroma.” “Jasmine and rancid drains. I’ll get the bleach.” Without warning, Tariq hurdled onto the terrace and delivered a ..."
"...turkishered through Yalıkavak on the way home. Village life was in full swing and the hamlet had been draped in a new spring livery. Boys had been bussed in from the East and the eateries and bars were being worked by over-eager country cousins, each one a coiled spring competing ..."

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"... simply idyllic place.” “In Yalıkavak?” I asked. “In the hills above Selçuk.” “Selçuk?” “It’s a completely authentic turkish village, Jack. Simply divine.” “A Turkish village? A köy? The genuine article? Are you mad?” Clement was ‘emotionally and ..."
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"... above Selçuk.” “Selçuk?” “It’s a completely authentic Turkish village, Jack. Simply divine.” “A turkish village? A köy? The genuine article? Are you mad?” Clement was ‘emotionally and spiritually drawn’ to the ‘real’ Turkey. He wanted to live alongside the ..."
"...turkish was ‘emotionally and spiritually drawn’ to the ‘real’ Turkey. He wanted to live alongside the ‘simple folk’. He wanted majestic, time-honoured traditions and strong family values. He wanted the Turkey where women worked the fields, men drank tea and boys practiced adultery. He was tired of suburbia and the ..."

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Chapter 18: Paradise Lost
"...turkishcyon days came to a screeching halt when The turkish Daily News, the largest English language newspaper in Turkey, ran an article about homosexuality. The turkish Minister for Children called it a disease that could be cured. Reactions to her comment were mixed. The Minister for Health contradicted her statement ..."
"...turkishening we held our own prissy protest by camping it up in Yalıkavak. In the interests of personal safety, we dumped the pink ‘I’m queer, get over it’ banners and plumped instead for tight tee-shirts and a gallon of Escada Pour Homme. We toured the village inns in our gay ..."
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"... the slope. Our landlord climbed onto the terrace, grunted and waved at the house. “We’d like to look inside. We’re thinking of buying it,” said the young turkish man, in perfect English. “I live here.” “After your holiday.” “I’m not on holiday. I live here.” The young man ..."

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Chapter 19: Hit the Road, Jack
"...turkishbled upon our new home quite by chance. Wandering through the heart of Old Bodrum Town, we found ourselves in a puzzling maze of white washed buildings huddled together cheek by jowl. Traffic buzzed through the tek yön (one way) streets, water sellers rang their bells, rag and bone collectors ..."
"...turkishand we did. We met the landlady, negotiated the rent, promised to be good little boys and signed the worthless contract on the larger of the two cottages. Our new turkish delight would be a very different proposition altogether; we had just done the biggest ..."
"...turkishhed in amusement as the large removal van struggled to reverse up the steep road that led to Tepe Heights. It got stuck. Each of the men offered a different solution and each of them competed for attention. A round of turkish expletives followed, something akin to “May Allah protect ..."

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Chapter 20: Empty Nest
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"... a mistake. It’ll be okay.” I had no idea if it would be. Weeks slowly passed and sketchy details of the charge against them began to emerge. Court papers confirmed that turkish Social Services had received an allegation from a ‘private individual’ through official channels in the UK. ..."

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Chapter 21: Love Thy Neighbour
"...turkishnd Beril ran into the garden like playground kids and surveyed the outside space. Within no time they were sitting round our table, tucking into a plate of olives, cheese and pastries. Vadim was a stout man with a well-nourished belly and a trustworthy face. We placed him in his ..."
"...turkish Bodrum suited us down to the ground and we soon became minor celebrities in the Türkkuyusu Ward. The strange unmarried yabancılar became the talk of the town and a string of visitors brought round all manner of delicacies for us to savour. The locals were not afraid to ask ..."
"...turkishthe point and returned her dishes with the monthly rent money; it was easier than cooking and she didn’t seem to mind. Liam was usually nominated to pop round with the rent plate and he rather enjoyed it. Every month, Hanife would invite him into her mandarin grove and offer ..."
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"... courtyard and Liam was busy stirring something in a gigantic pot. “Stew?” I asked. “Spaghetti Bolognaise. And no wisecracks.” “Very turkish.” “Shut it, Jack. We can’t eat börek and köfte every bloody day.” “I’ll have you wrapped in a headscarf before you know ..."
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"... tea house with the boys.” “Might be. May even take a lover in the afternoon.” “Fine with me, it’s the turkish way.” He plopped his spatula in the pot and took out a bunch of half-cooked spaghetti. “You wouldn’t.” “Watch me.” An adolescent pasta fight ensued. Strings of ..."
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"... for a cuppa with Vadim.” That afternoon, Liam popped the rent plate round to Hanife while I took a mini siesta on the sofa. Life in Turkey was good and we were both relaxed and happy. Our contact with emigreys was minimal and things felt decidedly more turkish. My sleep was short lived; ..."
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"... chaise longue, sipping vodka and complaining about the cold press I was applying to her knee. “Darling, you make a perfect turkish nurse. Brutal.” “Promise me you’ll call a doctor.” “My maid will be back soon. She will see to me.” “You need to be careful, Sophia.” “At ..."
"...turkishbe outdone in the cosmetic surgery stakes, I decided to purchase a brand new set of turkish crowns, courtesy of a dentist in Yalıkavak, a man with broad shoulders, all the right equipment and a most unfortunate forename. Ufuk ground my teeth down with passion and speed. He also insisted ..."

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Chapter 22: Once a Catholic...
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"... everything, Jack?” “Sorry Alan, tasteless.” “I’ve got a good joke for you.” “Go on.” “We’re being officially investigated by the turkish authorities.” A dewy-eyed Charlotte emerged from the shrine and joined Liam to buy some candles. They hugged and Charlotte ..."
"...turkishan extremely generous thank you. Drinks were plentiful and complemented by delicious mezes, freshly prepared by her industrious maid. Sophia was old money through and through and seemed taken by us. What old money saw in no money was a mystery to us, but we were grateful nonetheless. We were ..."
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"... and I would be drained of blood in an instant.” Vadim looked at her quizzically, not understanding one word of her theatrical English. A short conversation in turkish ensued between our host and our neighbours. Sophia turned to Liam. “Apparently, he’s a one woman man. I told him not ..."
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"... in Turkish ensued between our host and our neighbours. Sophia turned to Liam. “Apparently, he’s a one woman man. I told him not to be silly. He’s turkish. Of course he’ll be unfaithful.” “What about Beril?” “My dear, she’s in no position to argue, they’re not even ..."

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"...turkishng our landlady for assistance. The formidable Hanife arrived, quickly followed by Vadim and Beryl who were grateful for the distraction and desperate for another peak around the house. As the local great and good gathered round our marital bed and began a noisy and impassioned debate, we left them ..."
"...turkishcapacitating nights of sleepless sweats ensued. We tried leaving the windows open. Barking dogs, crowing roosters, copulating cats and the call to prayer all guaranteed a full week of sleep deprivation. Liam took to snoozing during the day, snuggling up on the shady terrace, shut out from the world by ..."
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"... an hour. We milled through the crowd of the holidaying turkish elite and strolled back home with Sophia at our side. Liam was buzzing and re-living every chassé and grand jeté. Sophia was in a world of her own, lost in the night Nureyev stopped her heart in Paradise Lost. “Literally ..."

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"...turkishened across Meyhane Sokak, a narrow lane off the bazaar and home to a cluster of small bars exclusively frequented by Turks. The place overflowed with good-humoured trendy young things swaying to the deafening Turkopop. We squeezed onto one of the tall bench tables lining the lane to enjoy the ..."

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Chapter 25: Home Alone
"...turkisht the call he had been dreading. He packed a suitcase and taxied to the airport to pick up the next available flight. I stayed awake for most of the night, texting Liam and trying to make sense of the mess around us. I camped on the balcony for hours, ..."
"...turkish’s murderers claimed that he came onto them. They had been scared of him. Jesus, Üzgün would fall over if you blew on him. Something wasn’t right. The last time we saw him, he was happy and now he was dead. Maybe he got drunk in Mehmet’s bar and revealed ..."

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"...turkishseason, Bodrum’s restaurants entertained turkish intellectuals who kept one eye on liberty and the other on tradition. Who cares, they would say, if my daughter puts her career first? What’s wrong with the camp guy or the single girl who never marries? Does us no harm, does it? If we ..."
"...turkish offered sparkling rosé and hand fed chocolate torte. Liam’s temptress was Jilly, a pretty woman with long mousey hair and a vast encyclopaedic knowledge of all things Turkey. Miss Google had taught English in Izmir, had various dalliances with an assortment of Romeos and relocated to Bodrum to eke ..."

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Chapter 27: Jack's Cotillion
"...turkishs up and the girls had prepared a gastronomic feast of artery-hardening grub. Nuray was on ethnic food duty and beavered away in the kitchen, shallow-frying börek and effortlessly assembling a dazzling array of fresh turkish delicacies. The head scarf was tucked into her apron pocket and ..."

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"... would keep a watchful eye. Our move to Bodrum Town had changed us. We were happy in the Bohemian oasis with its progressive vibe and liberal tinge, though we did wonder what the town really made of us. A message from a turkish-American Bodrum Belle gave us hope. “There will be envy among ..."

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