Arther, no longer surprised by a talking walking stick, responded, “That’s awful! Imagine going on RT€ and saying this stuff. They’ve been heavily invested in Paddy’s Day year in year out for aeons, bejeezus,” Arther was practising his Irish as well as his Turkish.

Rod contributed a quip of his own, “To bejeezus or not to bejeezus, that is the…”

Fungus Mungus cut him short, “OK Rod, that’ll do,” and continued, “You see, we had fake news even back then. We’ve always had it. The Donald was and is right. His inaugural press conference was the best I ever saw, but the BBC lot still don’t get it, still do it, every day and even pretend they are the grand scions of real and proper news while projecting their fakery upon others who do try to present some semblance of balance and objective information. Göbeklitepe is right slap bang in the middle of this game. Will we see proper examination and the truth of Göbeklitepe or will a convenient story be strung?”

Ayşe wondered, “Are you supposed to say Paddy? Is it considered inappropriate language now a days?”

Rod struck up, “Bejeezus, of course can say feckin’ Paddy. Nick-knack paddywhack give a dog a bone and don’t be getting’ yer knickers in a paddy over Paddy! Feck ‘em if they can’t take a joke!”

Fungus quickly covered Rod’s mouth with his hand, “Oops! That’s Thomas Sheridan’s signature catch-phrase, the joke bit. Do forgive him Ayşe.”

Rod kept trying, “Hmmmm…. ‘eck ‘em…. mmmm…. a joke… mmmmrgh.”

Arther and Ayşe thought Rod was rather funny. Rod escaped Fungus’s hand, “…Make Göbeklitepe great again! Where’s the Donald? Where’s the Donald?”

Ayşe was bemused, “Uh oh, we can’t have him referenced in this story. FakeBook, the BBC, Shaggi Shaggi-Rabbiti and all that lot refer to him as white supremacist, sexist, misogynist, xenophobic, bully, homophobic, as an everything-ist every-ism…”

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