Efes Extra, the Turkish Special Brew ~ hic!
a special report!
Wot Day Is It?
Last year Irem bought the beer for Phillip‘s Visit. She chose some cases of Efes Extra for him. For the benefit of the uninitiated Efes Extra is the Turkish equivalent of Carlsberg Special Brew.
The ex-husband of my ex-personal assistant in Dorset was partial to a spot of Special Brew. One night a client of the female gender phoned for me in the twilight hours and was diverted to my assistant’s phone. Her husband replied. “You want ferapy luv?”, I’ll give you some ferapy”. He was, or course, unqualified and the nature of the therapy he might have had in mind was not disclosed although apparently his tone of voice was suggestive.
Such is the power of Special Brew. It does all the things that a double gin, a single measure of Campari and a bottle of tonic with lemon and icewill do just as quickly, and less expensively. But then you don’t remember, so it doesn’t really matter!
Phillip who is something of a connoisseur in the beery department was unsure if the Efes Extra and interior decorating, another of his specialities, would combine, so one evening he brought several cans back to my place where they did nothing all winter but two cans were recently placed in the fridge in case of brave visitors.
Today I’ve been repairing the table that Mira destroyed using marine strength polypropylene wood glue. This was after taking her to the vet.
We took her to the vet because when I awoke this morning I noticed a porcupine quill on the porch to our house. I wondered why it was there and how Mira would have let such a beast approach so close. To my horror I found that she looked rather like an American Pioneer passing through Injun territory. I removed nine porcupine quills from her body, including one that had pierced her rear leg and emerged out the other side. But one quill seemed very close to her heart hence our trip to the vet.
All seems well. There are no porcupines of the poisonous variety in Turkey. The risk is infection so Mira is injected with strong antibiotics and will need oral antibiotics for a further week.
Once back home I thought that I would have a go at repairing the dining table, but Amazon insisted in going for a swim with me first.
Damla Out Of Her Depth!
There we encountered Damla, who out of her depth had dropped her wristwatch into the water. Irem held her sunglasses whilst Damla returned to the shore to get her diver’s goggles. In the meantime I gallantly floated above the sunken timepiece as a human marker-buoy. But when Damla returned she came far to close for my taste. “This woman is touching my person under water”, I shouted at the top of my voice. Damla said, “Thank you very much, the whole beach has probably heard that”, but really she was flattered.
Anyway, a few deep breaths later, [mine, not hers], she dove down and retrieved her watch which was still working fine. Enough, I thought: time for some recuperative woodwork! And woodwork I did, until I remembered the Efes Extra in the chiller and decided to try it. Now I know why my ex-PA’s ex-husband was so fruity toward my important client ~ frankly after half-a-glass you don’t care!
There is a wonderful web site about Special Brew here, it truly describes the Special Brew culture and claims that the Danes brewed it in celebration of a visit to Denmark by the, then, British Prime Minister Winston Churchill. Why not look and see?
June 25th, 2006 at 11:38 pm
You do surprise me, fancy falling for the that old wristwatch trick, I seem to recall a similar “game” from secondary school, where you pretended to drop something under the table in order to carry out a recon’ on the girlies legs?
Come to think of it, I see the game being played quite often still in the corporate banking sector of the city, old habit’s die hard I guess?
On the subject of Efes extra, even our German neighbours in Amos refused a refill of that amber nectar, bloody wimps!
Joce loves the stuff to death, I personally do not like it, it’s okay if you really want to get plastered quick, but it certainly isn’t a social beer, I guess that’s why it’s favoured by certain elemets of our society that hang around in parks and in front of war memorials.
June 27th, 2006 at 9:31 pm
Hi Phillip,
Good to hear from you. I’ll save some cans of Efes Extra for Jocelyn, [and Lucy]. For Damla I fear it’s too late. She’s run out of Martini and now serves neat gin cooled with cherry filled ice cubes. Not bad after a few Efes Dark.
Looking forward to your visit.
Stephen