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 all glaring at us, and the Mrs so stood out in her sundress as all the local women had head to toe burqas.

We are dead meat I thought.

Thankfully, Dave the tour organiser suddenly remembered that Finsbury Park also had a tube station, so we were able to get safely to Kings Cross and then on to Kabul from Heathrow.