Not Voodoo: new and improved

• GC is back from Istanbul and more curmugeonly than ever.
• Don't think this point form post is just me slacking off the hard graft of sewing long, intricately clausal sentences together.
• Oh no.
• It's punchy.
• Punchy.
• Or as the Art Director used to say 'panchy'.
• But then, she was Italian.
  
• Istanbul is great.
• You can smoke tobacco there, from a bong, even if you gave up smoking like three years ago.
  
• It's traditional.
• You can have your calf muscles soaped up and manipulated by a wiry old man with a moustache and incredibly hard thumbs.
• Their idealised feminine silhouette is wastey-hippy.
  
• Pantherine.
  
• And yet, kebabs?
  
• Corsets.
• Like Parisians, river-dwelling, sensualist, so good at cooking they've even made innards delicious.
• You can haggle there. They like it.
• Seriously.
• Can't recommend it enough.
• I've discovered something I really don't like though, and that's genre-straddling covers of third rate pop songs. Ok, cover 'Smoke gets in your eyes' or 'Mona' or something. There's no need to produce a mambo version of 'Clocks'. There's enough shit in the world without recourse to U2's 'Elevation' played on balalaika. Jeezus. I'm trying to smoke a bong here.
• Probably not going to give up this blog.
• Probably starting a new one to run concurrently.