At a Turkish wedding, seated beside my Turkish wife, a distant relative asks me: “Is this the first Turkish wedding you’ve been to?”
Um…
Fortunately, the music is too loud for me to provide a witty retort about having married my wife four times.
I never understand why they play the music so loud at Turkish weddings, the bass thumping through you, preventing the hundreds of guests from talking to one another.
Perhaps that was the point: the last thing they want is people talking politics the day after a contentious presidential election. Well that worked, for none of us could hear a damn thing.
Even now, after the hour’s drive home, I still have it ringing in my ears. “What?” you may ask. When we left, I think we were into the fourth round of the Hemşin horon.
Who knew so many people from my wife’s hometown would be found in a banqueting hall in Tottenham! Here’s a postcard for football fans:
Last modified: 21 September 2024
