The wife & I decided to take an organised trip to Afghanistan to see for ourselves what the place was like. It didn’t start well when the train we were traveling on, broke down a few miles North of the capital. What a third world shithole! Streets full of angry bearded types glaring at us & the Mrs stood out in her sundress as all other women had head to toe burqas. We are so dead I thought.

Anyway, Dave the organiser suddenly remembered that Finsbury Park had a tube station, so we were able to get safely to Kings Cross & on to Kabul from Heathrow