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When I was a boy, Turkey was mysterious and exotic place to me. They were not Christians there; they ate strange food; and wore strange clothes. There was something called a ‘bazaar’ where white women were kidnapped and sold into white slavery. Bob Hope and Bing Crosby, or was it Errol Flynn, got into all sorts of trouble there with blood thirsty men with curved swords. There was a song on the radio that reminded me over and over again that ‘It’s Istanbul not Constantinople Now’, sung by The Four Lads, possibly the first ‘boy band’.
On the occasion of an afternoon tea to mark this significant milestone...
| When I was one, I was just begun; When I was two, I was nearly new; When I was Three, I was hardly me; * * * But then I was sixty, and as clever as clever; Wouldn't it be nice to stay sixty for ever and ever? (With apologies to AA Milne) |
Hang on! Now I'm seventy? How did that happen?
Today, with good cause, Adolf Hitler is the personification of evil.
Yet without him my parents may never have married and I certainly would not have been conceived in a hospital where my father was recovering from war injuries.