By the end of this book you will wonder why I didn’t think of that a long time ago.
So, this book is about how I came to live in Turkey and the trials and tribulations that I’ve been through with various things like drink, drugs and pussy. It is basically my therapy.
Don’t worry, now that I can look back on it, it’s humorous therapy. Living it, on the other hand, was about as funny as bleeding haemorrhoids.
Thank God for perspective, eh? Where would we be without that? I’d probably still be walking like John Wayne. In 2012, I was living in Antalya, Turkey.
It is known as the ‘capital of the Turkish Riviera.’ That sounds nice, doesn’t it? Well, it’s alright I guess, but from May to October, it’s as hot as hell, which isn’t good if your skin is as white as the Queen’s tits.
Quite often I gave the Ribena man a run for his money. I must have been the only performer that went to Edinburgh every August, mainly for the weather.
When I got off the plane and it’s totally pissing down from the heavens, I was like, “Hallelujah! Great to be back in the homeland, Waterworld”.
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