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Sheikh Inal Ovar
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| Kadikoy & Besiktas for 96-97 ... did you happen to go on one of their away days ... from a visit to Iznik, I remember the Dilko coach packed with TEFLers ... what a collection |
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Golightly
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Location: in the bar, next to the raki
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| Posted: Thu Mar 22, 2007 1:33 pm Post subject: |
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| Oh yes, the trip to Iznik - I was at the back of the bus with all the bad 'uns from Bakirkoy. |
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Golightly
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| Posted: Thu Mar 22, 2007 1:36 pm Post subject: |
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| did you ever come over to B'koy for one of the garden parties, or to gamble the night away in the casino? |
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Sheikh Inal Ovar
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| Posted: Thu Mar 22, 2007 1:48 pm Post subject: |
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No I didn't get over that way ... very similar to a Consulate garden party I'm sure ...
That trip to Iznik was 90% travelling I seem to remember ... so much so that by the time we got there, several of us needed a beer and spent most of the off-the-bus time looking for a place that sold it ... only to have to get back on the bus once we'd found one ... |
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dmb
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| Posted: Thu Mar 22, 2007 3:11 pm Post subject: |
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Should have been at the Fast. One in particular where it turned into a full on riot. Tables and chairs flying through the air. all because of an Armenian wedding. Those were the days.
I actually discovered today that one of my long time students was at the opening party(as a teenager) of the Fast in Ankara back in 1982/3 |
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Golightly
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| Posted: Thu Mar 22, 2007 3:55 pm Post subject: |
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| weren't Irish Neil, Blackadder Martin and Tavsan Pete all somehow involved in instigating the riot? I seem to recall being told about it through a drunken haze a few days after the event. |
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dmb
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| Posted: Thu Mar 22, 2007 4:13 pm Post subject: |
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| weren't Irish Neil, Blackadder Martin and Tavsan Pete all somehow involved in instigating the riot? I seem to recall being told about it through a drunken haze a few days after the event. |
Yip, them and Big Andrew. I actually met Irish Neil at the weekend. He's here on holiday at the moment. Obviously he was a bit gutted about the rugby |
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Golightly
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| Posted: Thu Mar 22, 2007 4:22 pm Post subject: |
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| dmb wrote: |
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| weren't Irish Neil, Blackadder Martin and Tavsan Pete all somehow involved in instigating the riot? I seem to recall being told about it through a drunken haze a few days after the event. |
Yip, them and Big Andrew. I actually met Irish Neil at the weekend. He's here on holiday at the moment. Obviously he was a bit gutted about the rugby.... |
...and that's a little known fact! |
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Golightly
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| Posted: Thu Mar 22, 2007 4:25 pm Post subject: |
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| Sheikh Inal Ovar wrote: |
No I didn't get over that way ... very similar to a Consulate garden party I'm sure ...
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nah, it was more like this:
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THE SCHOOL PARTY AND ITS AFTERMATH
�by this stage, we were all pretty horiibly drunk. Andy was having a difficult time staying upright: Mad Mark and Dappy Mel had disappeared, Mark yelling something about scoring some cannabis up in Beyoglu: John was staggering around the tables, bellowing �Right, who�s got it? Who�s got my fucking TAPE? I am SERIOUSLY unamused�.c�mon you cunts�I mean it!�
The Turkish members of staff, those who�d remained, looked on bemused and disgusted. Finally, there were only a few drops of wine left. What now? The pub, of course. Ann, the two Grahams, Simon, Phillipa and my good self all lurched into the Cicek and clomped upstairs. Fehmi immediately cleared a table for us.
�Beer, Fehmi�..and food, lots of food�.
�Yesyesyesstraightawayanythingelseohandhowareyou?�
�I�m fine�
He scurried away.
�What the *beep* did he just say?�
�Nothing much�.
He came back, carrying a tray of beer and a tray of mezes and nuts. At first, we could hardly drink. Evening was drawing on and slowly thunderheads began to crowd the sky. The air closed in too, and soon became oppressively humid. We chatted feebly of this and that, or watched the football on the tv perched dangerously in the corner.
Even the cockroaches didn�t want to move. Strangely the beer seemed to bring sobriety.
It was at this point that Martin weaved his way to the table.
�Well, hello lovecats, what�s going down tonight?�
Talk moved on to what everyone was doing that evening. A couple of people had to get the seabus back to Kadikoy, two others decided to dolmus it to Taksim, and someone else was almost unconscious. Martin looked at me.
�What about..?�
�Oh no, oh no no no..�
�Oh go on, we can get tooled up on gin and eat loads of food�.
�Martin, I�m too pissed for the casino�.
�C�mon, we�ll go there for just an hour or so�.
�We��l need to go home and get togged up first�.
�No problem. Then a taxi, then booze and food�.
�just for an hour, yeah?�
�Only an hour.�
Picture us, then lurking by the casino bar at 2.30 in the morning. I had very nearly been picked up by some overdressed middle-aged woman who looked like her hairsyle had picked a fight with a hedge and lost, while Martin had been casually propositioned by some fat businessman over the electronic geegees. We were deep in our G & Ts and eating out third breakfast.
�right�. Said Martin, �I think it�s time to go.�
�Yeah��.right���.good idea�
��After we play a teensy bit more. I think I�ve cracked the roulette�c�mon�.
3.30. I was still at the roulette table, having lost loads. Martin weaved his way across the floor, his tie somewhere around his waist, spilled G + T, whisky, red wine and vodka over his clothes, and lunged at me.
�the *beep*, the thieving, perfidious *beep*!�
�Calm down, what�s the matter?�
�Some CUNT has stolen my POT OF CHIPS!�
�Sure you didn�t leave it somewhere?�
�Course I fucking left it somewhere! On a fucking table! Next to a fucking machine! I go for a leak, I come back, there�s a pot-shaped fucking HOLE where the fucker should be! They�re a bunch of thieving *beep* in here, they all are!�
He stared around balefully, with the mad, paranoid and above all red eyes of the terminally drunk.
� Course they are mate, it�s a fucking casino, you daft tool!�
�I�m not staying in the same ROOM as these, these..fucking fucks�..it�s all a SACK OF WANK!�
He stomped off towards the exit, muttering oaths and curses, and swearing never to come back again.
5 minutes later, he returned, wearing a sheepish grin and holding his pot of tokens.
�They found it for me! I was going out and I told them, and they produced it out of nowhere. Aren�t they great!�
By now it was nearing 4 in the morning.
�Martin, we should get going. We�re teaching in the morning�.
�Yeah, in a minute�.
�OK�.
The minute passed, as did lots of others.
�Paul�
�Uh?�
�Shit, man, it�s 6.45!�
�Uh?�
�Shit!�
The kind of sobriety that hits you only when you�re really, really pissed and have been up all night hit me. Repeatedly.
�We�re teaching at 9.30..�
�I think, perhaps, we should��
�..go?� I hazarded.
�Yes�.
We oozed down the stairs and into the lobby, where bright shining lights and a crisp dawn mocked our wretched state. We retrieved coats and passports and were poured into a taxi by unnecessarily gleaming, shiny, smiling casino personnel. We got home by 7.
�Right, quick hour�s sleep and then class�.
�Yeah�.
....
�Paul�.
�urg?�
�Paul, its 9.10 man! C�mon!�
�bluuhh�
Another taxi boarded, another day beginning.
How on Earth did we survive that day?
Sunglasses, aspirin, the odd shot of whisky and some mouthwash helped. |
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dmb
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| Haha, rings a few bells. Casinos? they were great value for money. A bit too old for that now though. |
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Golightly
Joined: 08 Feb 2005
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| Posted: Thu Mar 22, 2007 5:20 pm Post subject: |
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| well, the casino at the Crowne Plaza changed its policies on free food when it realised that hordes of B'koy TEFLers were descending on a regular basis to strip the plates clean, smoke all the cigars and get p!ssed up for the cost of a pot of chips worth about five quid. |
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FGT
Joined: 14 Sep 2003
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Location: Turkey
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| Posted: Thu Mar 22, 2007 11:14 pm Post subject: |
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Casinos and an English Fast salary, those were the days!!
I have many fond memories - one is of the mechanical horses keeping me there till the buses started up the next morning; another of daring to play the tables rather than the machines (blackjack) and a colleague banking my winnings sufficient to pay for a term of Turkish lessons at Tomer in dollars won at the casino; another of sitting next to an ordinary bloke (?lorry driver by profession) who had to have the machine opened up for him to enter a large amount of cash rather than using chips which he then promptly lost by betting on ALL available permutations, at which point he repeated the exercise!. At the Buyuk Efes, at the end of the evening, no matter how little you'd spent you could always get the leather seated limousine to drive you home; the number of free meals, let alone drinks, cigarettes and matches that you'd get for a pittance worth of chips! I remember it well!
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| Martin weaved his way to the table. |
Weaved or wove? |
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Golightly
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| Posted: Fri Mar 23, 2007 10:02 am Post subject: |
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| Definitely weaved: he was far too drunk to use irregular verbs properly. |
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