What I like about living abroad: 2

Walking into sports shops and asking if they sell cricket bats.


'Excuse me Sir, Where is your range of Cricket bats?'

'Er sorry, I don't understand you'

'Cricket bats. Cricket. Wickets, stumps, Silly Mid off, Leg before wicket, dig it in short, holed out to deep backward square, sledging, tea with the vicar.'

'Er yess. Let me get the manager'.

Our Kid In istanbul

The week long sojourn in Torquay is over. We are back in the dam.

An interesting place I must say.

It must be said. Turkish Airlines rocketh thy socketh.
Meals and films. thats what its all about.

I was instructed to attempt to blag my way into business class. Now I wasnt given any instructions on how to undertake such a blagging. However I'm a man of resources so I composed a cunning plan. I put this plan into place whilst somewhere between Istanbul and Amsterdam.

I waited for a lull in proceedings. I squeezed past my fellow passengers. I walked up to the business class curtain, and looking furtively around, I walked through. So far so good.

I noticed many free seats in business class. This was an essential part of my plan.
I sidled up to the nearest air hostess.

'Merhaba' I said. Cos thats how international I am.
'Seeing as theres so many seats available, would it be possible to take a seat in business class?' I used my nicest voice.

'No'.