Albania

First of all, a confession, apart from the first shot of the beach, all of the better pictures are stock images. It was hissing it down with rain the whole time I was in Albania, and I was wrapped up in meetings most of the time in any case. The shots of the run-down housing, which give a better impression of what it is actually like, are mine, taken on a walk between the hotel and a nearby restaurant – which was, actually, excellent – on the first evening.

Those pillboxes are everywhere in Albania, a legacy of Hoxha’s paranoia. Crossing the land border into Albania is like travelling through a WW1 landscape, lines of fortifications – that would, of course, have delayed a modern Army for about, oh, I don’t know, a cigarette?

The last shot shows that, if you get out of the crappy, run-down, crowded cities, life can be quite pleasant for some – the rest of course, are on the dole in Dover or begging on the tube. See the slideshow

A Jewish divorce!

A Jewish woman says to her mother, “I’m divorcing
Jeff! All he wants is sex, and my vagina is now the size of
a 50 cent piece when it used to be about the size of a 5 cent piece.”

Her mother says, “You’re married to a multi-millionaire
businessman, you live in an 8 bedroom mansion, you drive a Ferrari,
you get $2,000 a week allowance, you take 6 vacations a year and
you want to throw all that away over 45 cents?”