Friday joke

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