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Blues Box Night Out

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I like to go out for a drink
With my friends Tugce and Ebru
We call ourselves The Olympos Team
Or sometimes the Antalya Beer Crew

They sometimes invite some friends
Who cannot understand what I say
Their English is like my Turkish
Fortunately alcohol smooths the way
 

It is weird living in another culture
I feel so sorry for young women here
Their families are far too controlling
It’s a miracle they even drink beer

But they manage in spectacular fashion
These girls sure know how to party
The beautiful thing is they can get drunk
Without resorting to the need to be clarty

Some men would be disappointed
That all that beer is going to waste
But I don’t need to have sex with them
If I did their drink would be laced

But they had to go home early that evening
So I went to Dip Bar to see Blues Box
My friend Hendi is their singer
And they certainly are the dogs bollocks

They know how to whip up the crowd
By playing popular hits of the past
Dancing with beautiful young women
You can be sure that I had a blast

Nicko and Sebnem who work with Hendi
Turned up to show their support
Sebnem really seemed to love them
Cause all she did was snort

I know my patter is not that funny
And Hendi’s fly was not undone
So it must have been their music
That was causing her so much fun

At one point I thought I had got lucky
With a bird with long flowing blonde hair
If only she knew how to shave
Cause her face looked like that of a bear

Unfortunately she soon disappeared 
So I made some advances on the Bar Lady
She humoured me for about five minutes
Before telling me my moves were shady


So my friends and I continued to drink
Nicko must have had a couple of E’s
Cause long after the band had left
He was still raving to sounds of the Ninties

But the sad news is that Hendi will leave soon
A new adventure awaits him in Brazil
Let’s hope the band survives without him
I’m sure they will because they are brill

If they are ever really desperate for a singer
I would happily volunteer
The only problem is that I can’t sing
Unless I have twelve bottles of beer

Then I can’t remember the words
Or even stand up on my feet
But inside my head I’m a rock star
As I get thrown out onto the street

If only I had a voice like the man himself
Maybe that’s why women throw themselves at him
Maybe I need to try a new sober strategy 
Or get myself down to the gym

What’s he got that I haven’t?
Apart from a voice, good looks and charm
Surely skin colour is not that important
Maybe he’s got a cock like a baby’s arm

So good luck Hendi in your new life
Or rather, a new chapter of the old one 
If you thought Turkish women were crazy
Apparently Brazilians are even more fun!
     ;-)

Hendi Interview

I grabbed a hold of Hendi and dragged him outside into the street for a quick interview. 

Hey Joe

Here are some clips I caught of the band. Please excuse the shaky camera work and background singing.  They deserve a better camera crew than a drunken Billy but as usual I do my best under difficult circumstances.  ;-)

Johnny Be Goode

Judging by the intro the full version of this would have been really good to get on video but I had to switch the camera off so I could give my full focus (or what was left of it) to dancing with the ladies. I am sure you understand.

Perfect

Although I got a bit sick of this song at the time of it’s release because it was played to death, I really enjoyed hearing it again. Not a typical cover song you hear in Antalya but a good choice and well done all the same.

Redemption Song

Without doubt my favourite Bob Marley song and a lot of other people’s too. My favourite song of the night as well. icon smile Blues Box Night Out

Three Little Birds

I have been to Jamaica twice and both times visited Bob Marleys grave which is located right beside the house he grew up in a place called Nine Miles. There is a stone there which is painted with the colours of Rastafarianism.

Apparently Bob used to lie there and think of songs and the song in particular that the tour guide (very stoned geezer) said he had wrote there was Three Little Birds.  

Here is a photo of me lying there wearing a Black Crowes T-Shirt who coincidentally enough done a cover version of the song in question. 

bobs stone 287x300 Blues Box Night Out

Here is the Blues Box version…

There’s Always One..

As I said in the poem Nicko was last man standing at this particular party. Play that man a nineties rave tune and he’s a Happy Bunny. icon smile Blues Box Night Out   



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Nob at Aspendos Opera

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Hello folks, I went to Aspendos Theatre with my son and a few of my beautiful lady friends. As you can see I put on the Nob wig and made a video introduction and then some footage from the Opera we went to see. I hope you enjoy it.

Nobs Version of Events

Sometimes a’ hae tae pinch masel tae make sure a’ amnae dreamin. A’ hiv aye’ways considered masel a bit ae a ladies man but jist recently it dawned on me jist hoo many Lady friends a’ actually hae. Quite a few indeedio. It’s great. icon smile Nob at Aspendos Opera .

Of course, dinnae get me wrong, only ma girlfriend Natasha is the only yin who would remotely consider shaggin’ me but that isnae the point. The point is a’ absolutely adore women and tae hae, oh a’ dinnae ken, at least aboot 10 but probably closer tae 20 women who a’ kin call a guid friend and who would be there fur ye in times ae trouble humbles me greatly cause let’s no’ kid oorselves on, women are the superior sex and the sooner they get back tae runnin’ the planet, the sooner the ego kin take a back seat and the better aff we’d aw be.
 
So, with that said, it brought me great pleasure tae be invited by Ceyda and Emily (twa ae ma best lady friends) tae go and see a show at the awesome Aspendos Theatre. Of course they knew a’ would bring Natasha along wi’ me but a’ also decided tae take ma son jist so he kin get used tae being aroond sexy birds. Obviously at 6 he is still too young tae ken aboot shaggin’ an’ that but it willnae dae him any harm tae get aquainted wi’ their lovely smells and general beauty. In fact, he commented on it himself sayin’ "Look Daddy, three girls and two boys!"


A’ wiz like "Aye son, remember those figures, they are guid odds tae work wi’"


 
So, Emily wiz a bit hungry aforehand so we went fur a Gozleme which is a pastry ‘hing wi’ yer choice ae fillin’, feta cheese, cheddar cheese, spinach or potato. Ye kin’ mix them up if ye want but in general ye jist choose yin. Me and ma boy shared a tattie yin while the ladies got cheese yins.
 
They are pretty tasty although cause we bought them at a cafe close tae the venue we were charged at least double the normal goin’ rate which pisses me aff nae end but whit kin ye dae? It’s a captured market as they say.
 
The venue itsel’ is impressive tae say the least, It is a 2000 year old Roman Ampitheatre and is indeed the best preserved yin anywhere in the wurld! The seats are obviously made ae stone so as there wiz a guy sellin’ thin bits ae foam ootside, so a’ got yin fur ma sons arse but then a’ forgot it and left it in the cafe which didnae impress him tae much.
 
Hooever, thankfully since the last time a’ wiz there they had decided tae put coloured cushions on the seats so he got his bit ae foam aftir aw’. It made me wonder why though, that they let the guy ootside rip people aff wi’ bits ae foam ye could practically spit through fur an extortionate 2 Lira (1 pound)!
 
A’ wiz telt by anither lady friend ae mine, Serap, jist tae pay fur the cheap seats as ye kin sit anywhere once ye are inside, so we bought 4 tickets at 30 lira, with the boy gettin’ in fur free, which is the upside ae livin’ here, children are still treated as such. A’still dinnae hae tae pay him on the bus although fur hoo much longer a’ dinnae ken. A’ keep tellin’ him tae stop growin’ but he doesnae listen.
 
A’ wanted tae smuggle ma video camera in as they are not allowed so we went to whit appeared tae be an alternative entrance fae the main yin but wiz actually a performers and VIP entrance. The lady took oor tickets before she realised we wernae in the show but she jist said ‘Ah, go ahead’ and so a’ had got passed security.
 
Hooever were were tae be met by ushers in the main arena tae show us tae oor (cheap) seats. Ye wouldnae believe this but the usher wiz anither girl friend ae mine. She wiz shocked tae see me as a’ amnae exactly known fur ma love ae opera. lol.
 
She asked fur oor tickets and so a’ jist telt her straight, "We hae tickets fur cheap seats but oor plan is tae sit in the expensive yins!" She jist laughed as she kens ma patter and said "Ok, on you go." and with that we took seats front and centre wi’ ma boy grabbin’ a few extra cusions as we settled in fur the performance.
 
Sometimes it is aw aboot yer belief ae makin’ shit happen that allows it tae manifest, wouldnae ye agree?
 
A’ kept on tryin’ tae gie ma son a sense ae awe aboot the venue sayin, "Noo son, this is 2000 years old, they used tae throw people in wi’ Lions here fur a fight tae the death as entertainment" A’ try tae gie him a rounded picture ae the wurld and let him ken that human beings are seriously fucked in the heed at times.
 
A’ hiv tae say though, a must be dain somethin’ right as he wiz as guid as gold aw the way through the three acts even though he wiz a little bit agitated by the last yin. In fact. we aw were. It wiz a guid show and a’ foond it quite meditative actually, probably cause it was sung in German and so as a’ couldnae understand whit they were on aboot a’ jist focused on the melodies and their beautiful voices but by the third act a’ wiz meditated oot and ready tae go.
 
So the show wiz actually jist aboot the perfect length and indeed it wiz done by Ankara Opera Company and their acting and singing wiz pretty faultless. A’ hiv included some footage fur ye tae watch jist in case that kind ae ‘hing turns ye on.
 
So that jist aboot wraps that yin up. Guid show, guid company and the lovely Ceyda even went quite a bit oot ae her way tae gie me, Natasha and ma boy a lift hame. If ye are ever in Antalya area a’ recommend goin tae see a show even if ye dinnae ‘h’nk it is your cup ae tae cause it truly is a special unique experience not tae be missed and if ye kin find three gorgeous ladies tae go wi’ mare power tae ye!
 
Cheers the noo
 
Nob


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Leylas Birthday Party

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I had booked myself into the Edinburgh Festival to perform an hour a day as Nob Stewart even though I had only performed as him maybe 6 times before.

My friend here in Antalya was having a party with an open stage so I thought I better make the use of my one opportunity to get some practice in beforehand. If only the audience could have understood me, I may have went down a bit better.

Still, I brought my beautiful American lady friend Callie and her laughing makes up for stunned silence on the Turkish people’s faces. lol.

 

Nobs Version of Events

A few weeks ago a’ wiz invited tae a Jam session by some friends ae mine whae are puttin’ a band taegethir. God kens why they wanted me there as a’ only ken aboot four songs and am totally incapable ae dain’ any’hin wi’ Jam except put it on bread and perhaps, if a’ get kinky in ma auld age, Natasha’s Arsehole.  A’ certainly cannae join in wi’ real musicians and improvise the shit oot ae random songs.

Hooever, they were quite accomodatin’ and a’ did manage tae play the chords tae ‘Smells Like Teen Spirit’ by Nirvana fur a guid ten minutes while everyin else done their stuff, so it wiznae tae bad.

A’ wiz informed by the lovely Derya who is yin ae the singers in the band that it would soon be Leyla, the bass players, birthday and that they were goin’ tae host a party wi’ a difference in that they would have an open stage and anyin kin turn up and perform whitever they want and she asked me if a’ would dae su’hin fur the party.

Well, seein’ as hoo a’ pretend a’ am a comedian even though a’ dinnae actually perform anywhere and also seein’ as hoo a’ am goin’ tae try and kid folk on at the festival that a’ belong on a stage, a’ thought it would be a guid idea tae test oot the water and get onstage fur the first time in ower a year tae see whit transpires.  It would be motivation tae prepare su’hin if nu’hin else. So a’ agreed.

As the time fur the gig got nearer a’ had tae clarify wi’ Leyla whit the plan wiz.  We agreed a’ would dae 15 mins and if it wiz goin’ well a’ would day up tae 30 mins. Cool.  A’ still had a week tae prepare and so thought it plenty time.

As time fur the gig got closer and a’ still hadnae rehearsed a’ wiz beginnin tae panic.

Hooever, me bein’ ma usual self left it until 3pm on the day ae the gig afore a’ even thought aboot whit the hell a’ wiz goin’ tae dae that nicht.  Poor Natasha as fur the next few hoors a’ wiznae much fun tae be aroond as a’ wiz in panic mode.

Any’hin she tried tae say tae make me calm doon only made me mare agitated and so she learned quickly tae keep her trap shut fur the next four hoors while a’ went ower some ae ma material relentlessly so that a’ didnae make a total balls up ae the gig especially cause there would be a lot ae friends ae mine there.

The only problem wiz maest ae them were Turkish and cannae understand me at the best ae times never mind when a’ am onstage singin’ aboot sexual depravity and such like. Christ ma English friends hae trouble understandin’ me so that wiz an underlying factor playin’ on ma nerves as well.

Noo, it said on the facebook invite that the party started at 8pm and so me bein British took that at face value and thought ‘Ok, a will turn up at 8.30pm and the party will be half full’.  

Bollocks.  A’ forgot aw aboot Turkish time and so me and Natasha were first yins there by a long shot. A’ wiz pissed aff as a’ cut ma rehearsal time short tae try and make the party on time. 

Not tae worry, we ate some crisps and had a chat wi’ Leyla and her boyfriend and a German Lady who wiz there afore uz! Well, she wiz German so you would expect her to be there at 8pm on the dot. Lol.

A’ wiznae drinkin’ afore the gig cause a’ had recently decided tae quit but also because a’ hiv performed drunk in the past and it usually leads tae disastrous consequences which really need tae be avoided at aw costs, especially at a pals birthday party.

Hooever, a’ amnae yin tae try and control anybody and so a’ telt Natasha she kin drink whit she wants but bear in mind ye usually annoy me when ye are drunk and ye will be responsible fur yer actions. ‘But a’ wiz drunk’ is no’ an excuse a’ will tolerate cause nae yin ever listens tae me when a’ try tae use it.

Aftir an hoor or so as the party started fillin up a’ ‘hink she wiz feelin’ a bit nervous as she didnae ken many people there and ye ken hoo a’ drink helps ye tae relax so she said lets gotae the shop fur some beer. Fine. On yoor heed be it sweetheart.

A’ hiv tae say though the venue fur the gig was great.  It wiz at the Leylas Boyfriends Brothers hoose. His name is Cenk and a’ hiv met him a few times afore in a local bar called Ruud Bar.  He is a musician and so plays in Antalya hotels every nicht and he couldnae come tae the party until aboot 1am. He is the guy wi’ the beard in yin ae the photaes wi’ me and Derya.  

His hoose is awesome though. He has a bar area in it as well as beer mats and records on the walls and in his garden he has a lounging area wi’ a big screen projector which pulls doon tae show movies. They had also set up drums and amps fur a band tae plug intae and it wiz really well done.

Leyla’s Party Band

So the band that a’ talked aboot afore were tae perform a short gig afore a’ wiz due onstage while a’ went tae the toilet tae get changed as a’ didnae want tae arrive in ma stage gear. So while a’ wiz in there Natasha filmed a clip ae the band which ye kin see above.  

Bear in mind that the drummer Ozlem and Leyla hiv only been playin’ their instruments a few months and it wiz also Deryas first time on a stage ever so cut them some slack. Anyway, they done a guid job and am sure will only get better as time goes on. 

Nob Stewart Performance 

So a’ had telt the compare aboot 5 times whit ma name wiz and he still fucked it up. A’ heard him say ‘And now we have a stand up……..’  and then a long pause.  A’ had tae stick ma head oot the toilet and mouth ‘Nob’ to him. 

He introduced me and a’ climbed onboard the comedy saddle yince again. 

The gig itsel went aricht a’ suppose.  A’ am jist glad a’ had invited ma pal Callie tae the party as she has yin ae the laughs that make people laugh jist cause she’s laughin’ and a’ also kent that she would like some ae ma mare deviant patter. 

A’ wiz goin’ tae perform longer but a’ realised that it wiznae really set up tae well fur a comedy gig and hardly anyin could understand me as a’ feared.

Check it oot above and make ae it whit ye will.

Happy Birthday

Aftir a’ finished the band came back on in various guises and played fur aboot an hoor as a’ sat ootside wi’ some expats and shot the shit. Natasha is getting mare and mare drunk but at this point she wiznae annoyin’ me tae much. Each tae their aen and aw that.

Eventually a’ wanted tae mingle and went inside where they were jist aboot tae sing Happy Birthday tae the Birthday Girl.  Nicko wiz sat beside me wi’ a Trumpet in his hand lookin’ very nervous. He telt me he hadnae played in years.

A’ wiz wonderin’ if he wiz gonnae attempt a Miles Davis or Louis Armstrong number but instead he opted tae play safe wi’ his rendition ae Happy Birthday which he got through nae tae bad at aw.

Irish Singalong

A’ then done a bit mare mingling and got talkin’ tae the singer fae the clip below.  Sorry, a’ am useless at rememberin’ names especially if they are foreign but we were haein’ a very nice conversation aboot hoo she hates money but lives in a wurld wi’ it so has tae make the maest ae it.

A’ began tae explain that money in itsel isnae evil rather it is the INTEREST put on it by the Bankers that causes aw the problems and that is why Abraham Lincon and JFK were assasinated cause they wanted tae introduce interest free money issued directly by the government…. as it fucki’ should be!

Hooever, at this point a very drunk Natasha appeared in front ae me and demanded a cup ae water!  A’ felt like tellin’ her tae get it hersel as the water machine wiz jist twa feet awa’ but a’ kept ma cool and acted like a gentleman and got her her water.

Then she basically got ma attention and put hersel in between me and the bird and started complimentin’ me on ma performance that nicht which a’ really wiznae that interested in hearin’ at that point. 

We then went ootside tae chat wi’ Serap and Callie fur a bit and the girl came oot and started singing the song below wi’ yer man on guitar, aye, a’ forgot his name and aw. Callie thought it sooned Irish and a’ hae tae agree wi’ her, it does a bit.

She wondered if there wiz a connection between Ireland and Turkey and a’ explained that the Scottish Bagpipes originated in Turkey so there wiz some migration between the two areas in the past and the Irish hae pipes as well.

Aftir this, Natasha could hardly keep her eyes open and begged me tae be taken hame even though a’ wanted tae stay fur at least a couple ae hoors mare but whit kin ye dae?

So, we said oor goodbyes and got on the Moped and went hame where she promptly passed oot on the bed.  A’ felt like goin’ back tae the party but decided against it and jist chilled oot fur a while masel.

The next day though a’ telt Natasha a’ wiznae happy wi’ her behaviour and she done her best tae make it up tae me which a’ hiv tae say wiz fairly effective.  She has her plus points. 

The thing is when there are twa ae ye, if yin ae ye isnae drinkin’ and the other is it is a recipe fur misunderstandins at the very least.  She actually realised that nicht that it is better tae stay sober as ye actually enjoy yerself mare.  

A’ wiz haein’ a great time no’ drinkin’ and foond masel able tae hold rational conversations instead ae jist bletherin’ pish and bein’ sober didnae stop me fae takin’ photaes wi’ folks wi’ their tongues oot either.  Jist cause ye arenae drinkin’ doesnae mean ye hae tae be a borin’ twat. Ye jist need the courage ae yer aen convictions or su’hin like that.

In fact ma expat pals Callie. Serap. Steve and Buket  telt me they were chattin’ afore ma gig that they were worried Nob had gotten borin’ since a’ stopped drinkin’ cause a’ wiz wearing smart sensible clothes at the start ae the nicht but aftir the gig they confirmed a’ wiz jist as, if no’ even mare crazy than usual. So there. :-0

Anyway, aw in aw it wiz a guid nicht and here’s hopin’ that Cenk hosts anither party soon that maybe he could even attend fae the start.

Cheers guys….

Nob



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