Mustafa a piece of cake

A youth-hood spent watching Carry On films has had its effect on me. When introduced to a man named Mustafa my brain goes walkabout on its own and I have to bite my tongue so hard it bleeds.

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On a different note I will never lose this weight I've put on if I don't resist my cravings. Like the craving I had this afternoon for cake. So I made one.

But when I went to sprinkle sugar on it I found the lid of my shaker was bunged up. 

After poking a few holes through I decided I really should wash the lid. Which is where the problem arose: the lid was stuck on. 

It's a cunning little device, a sort of r shape, that ensures the lid doesn't fly off mid shake, but stare at it as I might I could not fathom which way I should turn it to take it off. I tried both ways but it was no good because it was stuck and because it was stuck I couldn't tell which way I should turn it. Stick with me; it gets worse.

I published the photo and asked the question on Facebook and everyone seemed to agree it should be anti-clockwise. However what I and the majority of the rest of the world don't seem to be able to agree upon is which way is anti-clockwise. 

For the life of me I cannot see how turning it left is turning it anti-clockwise. Unless you're in the southern hemisphere.

P.S. I did get the lid off eventually but when I tried to work out which way I'd turned it I couldn't even remember which was left and which was right. It's been a long day.