An unsteady passage

We were going on Pilgrimage to Turkey, so I decided to learn Turkish.

I bought a language course and learnt Turkish during my weekly drives to Paris - four hours each way.

Turkish Airlines to Istanbul. The air hostesses amazed that I spoke Turkish. Drinks came round.

We approached Istanbul, they came to me ‘we have alcohol left over. Would you like more?’

Half a pint of Tia Maria in a plastic cup. I was sozzled.

Descending unsteadily from the plane, the Bishop spoke to me, ‘Richard, since you speak Turkish, would you please help us all through Passport and Customs?’