Right at this moment, my guests are baking three homemade pizzas: one with tuna and onion, one with peppers, and a margherita but without mozzarella (because Rashida doesn't like any type of cheese). The girls went down to the little shop that sells a bit of everything and is open past midnight to get a 2-liter bottle of iced Coca-Cola to wash down the pizzas. Meanwhile, I'm listening to this old track on the giant screen hanging on the wall while the air conditioner blasts cool air and nothing... we’re eating! Morrissey Istanbul (unofficial video - with lyrics)