Because it’s Saturday night and I like to party like I’m 99, I’m sitting in front of the heater wearing my house poncho listening to Erkin Koray, godfather of Anatolian rock, and his contemporary Bariş Manço who I’m fairly convinced was Frank Zappa’s Turkish doppelganger.

Book 2 is slowly coming together. There’s about 69,000 words so far, and not all of them are rubbish. And now two of those words are Erkin Koray.