Malta. The city of Valletta, at night.
Malta is a remarkable place. We were there a few months back. We saw streets choked with cars, marinas choked with luxury super-yachts, ancient castles and buildings blasted by Luftwaffe bombs. All this and red, English post boxes. It's a place that combines the Arab world with English tea on the lawn.
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More snaps from the Danube cruise.
Joining us on the cruise ship was a party of ladies who apparently all worked in a beauty and tanning salon. They were great fun, with their raucous singing, shrieking banter with the waiters and a gargantuan thirst for prosecco. And after breakfast they got even more crazy!
I did overhear an elderly gentleman on the next table mutter something about not wanting to share the boat with a 'bunch of yo-yo knickered painted tarts' but perhaps his rheumatism was playing up.
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Bratislava's UFO Tower, Slovakia.
Built in the 1970s by the Soviets who must have been huge fans of cheesy 1960s scifi TV.
I'm fairly sure that Captain Scarlet fell to his death from something similar.
Here are a few shots from Vienna.
The Danube runs across upper Vienna and the river swells into a broad inland sea, teeming with cargo ships and cruise ships and people sipping cocktails and admiring the scenery from both. Alright, not so much the cargo ships.
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Budapest. Tourists doing what they do.
Have you ever wondered what it might be like to be in an Agatha Christie thriller?
Take a walk around Budapest and linger for a while on the green bridge. Watch out for dodgy types with moustaches and narrowed eyes.
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A few night shots from Budapest.
These were taken a few months ago on our second visit to this amazing city.
It's got glorious 19th century architecture, a big river, mountains, hot springs, beer, great food, beer, charming and friendly people, and a nice climate.
Well, to be precise, we got there in May and it was having a mini heatwave which meant temperatures around 31C and that, frankly, is a bit too fucking hot for me.
Mind you, every shop had aircon so, well, whatever.
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More from the Palace of Versailles.
We were hungry, but the cafe had run out of sandwiches.
"Maybe we can eat cake," I joked to the lady at the counter.
She gave me a tired look.
It's worth noting that her english was better than mine.
So basically, she didn't like my joke.
Fair enough.
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A few more shots from Iceland.
It was cold. To quote a famous poet:
"As cold as an icicle,
glossy and glum.
As cold as the fringe
around a polar bear's bum.
As cold as charity, and that's fucking chilly.
Still not as cold as Auntie Milly.
She's dead."
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Christmas.
It's Christmas time again, which means people coming together to celebrate rampant capitalism at its most naked and unashamed. Cynical? Maybe. But then I'm not that person punching other shoppers in the face as he tries to buy the 70 inch TV on special offer for one day only.
And don't get me started on people who panic buy enough food to feed 20 people because they're terrified that they and their 4 guests might starve on Christmas day or boxing day because the shops are shut.
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