The wife and I decided to take an organised trip to Kabul in Afghanistan to see for ourselves what the place was like.
It didn't start well when the train we were travelling on broke down just a couple of miles north of the capital.
What a third world toilet of a place!
Streets full of angry bearded types glaring at us and the Mrs stood out in her sun dress as all other women wore head-to-toe burkas.
We are so dead I thought.
Anyway, Dave the tour manager suddenly remembered that Finsbury Park had a tube station, so we were able to get safely to Paddington and then fly on to Kabul from Heathrow.