Rant time: The Fenerbahce - Galatasaray derby finished a few minutes ago and Gulay's lot got beaten up well and good - 4-0. That's not the rant. The rant is aimed at a neighbour of mine who started firing off shots when Fenerbahce went ahead three-nil at some stage of the second half.
I wasn't watching the telly at the time as I was reading a book to Little Oz Kanka trying to get him off to sleep (no, it wasn't the Genclerbirligi monthly magazine but "The Cat in the Hat". Little Oz Kanka was almost asleep when the bastard next door decided to fire off his gun. That set me back a bit and as the match finished he fired off a few more rounds. Arsehole!
This is Turkey and I know some Ankara people are going to support an Istanbul team. I know that people are passionate and I have no hassles with the people who are driving around at the moment blaring their horns in celebration (we are lucky enough to live far enough away from the main road that Little Oz Kanka is still asleep).
The sound of the gunshots may be annoying but for God's sake it is bloody dangerous. When I first came to Turkey there were almost always reports of kids standing on balconies being shot by celebrating fans too stupid to aim properly.
I don't know exactly which neighbour of mine it was who was firing his gun (somehow I'm pretty sure it is a "he" and not a "she") but whoever it was is bloody lucky. I reckon he could well have been the first person to make me break the vow that my old man drummed into me as a kid. "Never grass!"