Underneath, we're all one

It is one of life's most beautiful things, the underlying bonds that...well, bind mankind together.

I am of course talking of porn. Here, in this Easternmost corner of Anatolia - a place which the US-educated hanger-about at Ani's ticket office, who is serving out the last months of his conscription, called "poorly educated, low-class, where the law means nothing" - on channel 3, there is porn.

Very soft, but porn nevertheless. Like cheese, all varieties of porn have their place in life, hard or soft. Four tiny tiles on the right-top of the screen flash mostly-naked women's pics, with a name, a flag and a phone number for each. On top runs a ticker with phone numbers for various countries, such as Yunanistan (Greece) - not sure if that is for callers *from* that country or what. On the right, occupying the grand combined area of the 4 tiles on the left, I find a pretty girl practising for what must be the newly instituted Olympic gynnastic discipline of splits; some time later she is lying on her back, legs folded, feet planted on the floor showing her skills at the other discipline of how-far-and-how-many-times-can-you-lift-your-pelvis. In her case, a lot. Cheesy music plays with lyrics like "You are my lover, oo-oooo-ooooo-oo, why won't you love me" etc. But the beat was catchy, why else would I be on this channel, eh?

Later, some pelvic-gyration by another beneficiary of lycra.. One was just doing crunches - oh, these horny Turks, and the stuff that turns them on. And the girls, what endurance! They deserve a medal.

At the bottom were more tickers, names (of places one presumes), numbers etc.

I think there is a massive market here for old Jane Fonda videos.

Sent from outer space.