Adolf’s eldest daughter renewed her passport the other day. The process was drawn out and boring.
Until she received the document.
There, on page 7 of the information leaflet was a photo of her mother and father, walking in a crowd along the wharf in Barcelona, alongside the Royal Caribbean cruise liner on which they had spent a week wandering from one enchanting Mediterranean place to another. Circa 1999.

I wonder if the Australian foreign affairs people realize they have adorned their little brochure with a mob of Kiwi insurance salesmen on holiday.
Heading for La Rambla Adolf?
That is one fascinating street.
Actually no. But I saw some of the quickest, slickest ever pick pockets in action. Can’t forget Gaudi’s cathedral or an absolutely wonderful paella.
True re pickpockets – my mate lot his wallet on La Rambla – a girl threw a baby into his arms and instinctively he caught it. By the time he gave it back his wallet was gone.
The ones I watched were using bird shit in syringes.
Freaky!
Hey, I’ve got more people carrying my picture around than Creepy Joe has followers on Twitter.