When are you going to breed?
What would you like for your flea?
Do you prefer sea or toffee?
Do you take rugger?
Where is your top?
Are  you getting harried soon?
Are you a receiver?
Are you anti-erotic?
Are you anti-sights?
Are you day shift?
Are you slack or tight?
Are you fixed race?
Where are your hairnets?
Do you love your other?
What kind of bob do you do?
How much exactly do you yearn?
Are you   pneumatic?
Are you sarcastic?
Are you a quit personality?
What crooks do you like?
Do you go to the bribery?
Where do you get your woes?
Are your woes new or  reckoned bland?

http://www.irr.org.uk/news/turkish-speaking-communities-in-britain-a-rude-awakening/

“On a global level, these issues remain unresolved and Turkey finds itself in a precarious position. It is not totally accepted by the ‘Christian nations’ of Europe, partly but not entirely because of its notorious human rights record and repressive policies towards the Kurdish population. Neither is Turkey accepted by its Muslim neighbours, whom it has made such a big effort to distance itself from. The delay in Turkey’s accession to the European Union (EU) has many causes but one is the fact that it is one of the largest Muslim countries in the world. Helmut Kohl’s description of the EU as a ‘Christian club’ is a perfect reminder of this. These debates on the international level have both a direct and indirect effect on Turkish speakers living in Britain; both in terms of how we perceive ourselves in relation to others and in the way that others perceive us. Thus, most of us are aware that, although we can be called ‘Mediterranean’, we are not as acceptable culturally, politically and religiously as others who come under this category, such as Greeks, Italians, Spaniards and the Portuguese. And we are, therefore, more likely to face both overt and covert forms of racism.

STEREOTYPES

As Turkish speakers, we are constantly aware of and affected by negative stereotypes. On a day-to-day level, we are repeatedly reminded of the fact that organised crime, and criminal activities related to drug use and selling, are there in Turkish-speaking communities. But of course the majority of us are not involved in such crime and have no wish to be. And we want to avoid a situation in which all members of the community are labelled as drug suppliers and our young men are pathologised as gangsters and thugs. “

I mentioned a few days ago that we can know what the virtues are without becoming virtuous.Sometimes intellect can be an enemy.Now, after reflecting I think that the people we mix with and become friends with can be a very big influence on our life and the kind of person we are
It might be quite simple,like:I will not do this act because it would let X down if my friend ,X ,knew I had done it.She might not want to be my friend any more
I do not mean we should change to fit in with the views of our friends just to curry favour.I mean if you have a friend whom you admire for their behaviour and their ideas that you would not  keep the friendship if you told lies,seduced married people deliberately,stole watches when you went to dinner with a family friend etc
We might be wrong.May be a friend would not mind if we told lies… it would depend on the type of lie.But we all influence each other and do we want to be a bad influence?
I know it’s inevitable we will not live up to high ideals.There will always be a gap but maybe  that too is something a friend might help us with.To tolerate our failings and failures withou despairing.
I suppose we all do stupid things now and then!
Leonard Cohen got up and looked in the mirror.Then he said,Lighten up Cohen.

Do you know Rex?~
We  have seen many wrecks near the coast.
Do you mean Rexes?
Wreckses! What are you saying
Will, did you know Rex himself
Who wrecks himself?
Is that pidgin English?
How can I tell if a pigeon in English?Don’t tell me they have passports now because of Brexit
Brexit hasn’t happened yet
Who can Fix it?
Me!
Me too!

Oh,take me hold me,love me like you do

With kisses sweet commend me to your heart

Love me like a tea of finest brew.

Love me like a cox’s pippin tart.

oh,dance me,swing me, let me feel alive.

And let me feel your melody anew.

We get what we desire yet don’t deserve.

When one is made from love between the two.

Oh. lend me your maths textbooks for a while

I love irrational numbers like a child.

and transcendental pies do me beguile

i feel tonight my numbers dancing wild.

So ambiguous is my attitude to men

I wave and then I particle again