oh. p.s. my dad is originally from a village in famagusta, he lived there from the ages of 6-16 (so barely knew any English when he came over here haha and was made to sit his o levels almost straight away poor man). He was on holiday over there in 74, think he was almost 20, and they'd taken my aunty's best friend Sharon from over here with them. Thankfully my dad's uncle had tuned into the bbc world service and knew what was coming so he made them all go to his house in Larnaca before they were, well, essentially, screwed. However, they were still stuck in Cyprus for ages with poor Sharon! When they finally started letting us over the border we went to see his old house but they'd knocked it down, it was just a load of rubble.. massive shame as i'd wanted to see it. x