Olive Oil and Popeye

Unfortunately for us, Judith was the only one to pull on holiday. Twice! A charming old chap in the airport who shared her love of fast cars (and loose women) and the dude in this here photo…

Incidentally, Meera, I could have given you a run for your beer tokens. While on the little island I spotted a class foreign shop-front faux pas, namely a high street “fashion store” called 'Junky Clothing' –- for all those naked heroin addicts running around the streets of Malta -- but I didn’t have my camera with me at the time.

Right, off to meet Judith and give her passport: I believe she’s eloping with Spinach-Features this eveing, but she won’t tell me where.

More tomorrow!