Jeremy Thorpe, the dodgy diplomat and Anubis, God of the underworld

When I did my TEFL course in 1996 aged 23, I lived in a house for 5 weeks with a Turkish fella called Ahmed and a girl from somewhere in Central Europe called Simone. Once I completed the course and having become quite friendly with Ahmed, he invited me over to Antalya in Turkey saying I could stay with his family while I looked for teaching work, a chance I jumped at without hesitation - free accommodation, whoopee! Upon arrival I was met by someone holding a sign with my name and informed by them that Ahmed's father was otherwise engaged so I would be staying with his friend, Fethi (pictured left below), a local diplomat and I was whisked away in a Mercedes with a flag on the front (put on occasionally) and a blue light. Everyone was very pleasant and I didn't mind in the slightest - in fact it was quite exciting. I shared the bottom flat of Fethi's apartment with his servant, a strange chap who spoke no English whatsoever and stared at the floor a lot from ...