From the land of the risk assessment, everywhere looks as dangerous as Beirut

There was a stupid woman on the television news the other night, interviewed the day after she and her family had arrived for their holiday in — yes — Tunisia.

There was a stupid woman on the television news the other night, interviewed the day after she and her family had arrived for their holiday in — yes — Tunisia. The rioting had been going on for the best part of a week by the time she showed up, but this fact had entirely escaped her notice. She told the reporter that upon arrival she saw some holiday-makers milling in the hotel lobby and approached one to ask cheerfully if they were going on one of the set excursions, perhaps to a local souk. ‘No, you fantastically silly bitch. There are no excursions. There’s a revolution taking place and crazed ragheads with machetes or machine guns are wandering around, we’re waiting to be evacuated,’ came the reply, or words to that effect — I may have embellished a little.