So, there I was, innocently minding my own business, wandering through the Great Bazaar in Istanbul, when the weirdest thing started to happen. Up until that point, it had been the standard tourist experience: lots of offers of carpets and did I realise that my life was incomplete without a genuine Turkish tea set? Suddenly, without warning, the world shifted. People - nay, shopkeepers! - started approaching me without trying to sell me something. Instead, they wanted a better look at my t-shirt, which admonished all who read it not to eat it. This happened independently throughout the day too: it was photographed, discussed, and the waiter in the restaurant that night nearly wet himself (well, laughing while carrying a jug of water can be dangerous). So, now you know: good humour travels. Either that, or it means something entirely different in Turkish.

On a related note, I miss the Goats logo on the sleeve. It's not on the new shirts - pity :(