I am in Istanbul right now. The acacias are in pod, the swart, eastern men are chatting in exotic tongues whilst they play backgamon and suck on their hookahs. The palms gently undulate in the mediteranean breeze.
As mr wobbly draws me upon a postcard, cuz that is the only piece of paper we could find.
The pita and hummus were very delicious.
You know, my friend, spin is everything.