Travelling is really about the time you spend travelling. It’s not about sitting by the fire when you’re an old codger and showing pictures of your travels to your grandchildren. It’s about the time you spend there – that time is now – because it’s always now, isn’t it? That means there’s no time, just the illusion of it. But if you do think time exists, you should get some photo books.

Even if we accept that doing it is better than looking at a picture of it (still talking about travelling here folks), you still need somewhere to store all your lovely photos of all the things you think you saw. Like that hermit crab on that beach near Kuching. Like that elephant in Bangkok with flashing ‘tail’ light. Like those two topless blonde stunners from Sweden that you found yourself sandwiched between on the beach in Fiji. Pictures are still good.

Nowadays you can get your whole trip put into a photo book – this is much easier to look at than a stack of pics, which can get covered in greasy finger prints. It gives the whole event a kind of importance and reduces the risk of losing or damaging your pics. You can cut out all the boring stuff and just leave in all the sexy, exciting ones, so that all your friends think you spent all day every day shagging and lying out in the sun. Which is actually what you did, isn’t it?