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by **rotate** » Sun Feb 08, 2009 8:35 pm

138. When your teenage brother-in-law comes into his mothers house at three in the morning, screaming in agony and lays his manhood on the kitchen table for all to inspect the bites of an over enthusiastic German female tourist. After much prodding, poking and debate by the assembled family and now wide awake neighbours, you as the only non Cypriot and therefore unknown to the staff of the pre 74 Famagusta hospital are elected to take him for treatment only to be told by the medical staff after they have sedated him that homosexuality in Cyprus is illegal and that the police must be informed as what you have done is an assault :!:

Just try explaining that one in English :oops:

by **bill cobbett** » Sun Feb 08, 2009 8:48 pm

(A true story rotate?)

139. ...when your mother-in-law has more need of a shave than your father-in-law.

by **rotate** » Sun Feb 08, 2009 10:34 pm

bill cobbett wrote:(A true story rotate?)

139. ...when your mother-in-law has more need of a shave than your father-in-law.

Yes, absolutely true bill.
My wife had/has three younger brothers who in late 60's early 70's boom town Famagusta had the time of their lives. All personable well educated good looking lads with a bit of money in their pockets they took full advantage of every opportunity that came their way and of course managed to get themselves into all sorts of scrapes with the opposite sex. That night time hospital visit was my first brush with Cypriot officialdom, and for various reasons it was not to be my last. Protesting my innocence in vain to the medical staff I was interviewed by a police sergeant and a constable and then escorted to my mother-in-laws house where much to the embarrassment of the family the story was confirmed. All ended well with my mother-in-law cooking an early breakfast for the two policemen and the rest of us. My brother-in-law quickly recovered although his sexual activities were curtailed for a couple of weeks and he later went on in 1974 to successfully lead a dozen or so much younger National Guardsman out of the Karpass peninsula after they had been cut off by the Turkish advance. Left to their own devices without ammunition, food or water my brother-in-law a natural charmer, chancer and survivor took control in all probability saving their lives by refusing to allow them to surrender and making them travel at night and holding up during the day. The journey took seven nights and he admits to being at the time terrified of the danger they were in and the responsibility that he had assumed. Married to an English woman for over thirty years with four grown up children he carved a successful business out of virtually nothing with just a few hundred pounds that we and his brothers and sisters were able to loan to him he now divides his time between Cyprus and the UK.