“I was shot at 10.30 at night, and I remembered the first 15 minutes but then had no recollection of anything for around 6 hours, although I am told I was never unconscious, until I had had chest drains inserted in the Emergency Room of a hospital in the capital. I really wanted to know what happened during that time, so I asked all of those who were with me at the time and wrote it all down. That became Chapter 5 of my first book and just sat there for the next 4 years until I started writing seriously in 2010.”
“Turkey Street is full of the double entendre which Jack uses so well, making this a book you should never read on a train or a plane as your fellow passengers will wonder why you are giggling every few seconds and then roaring with laughter. But Turkey Street is much more than a comedy and a description of Turkish life. As you read it you are smacked in the face with the harsh realities of life as an expat.”