Over the next few weeks, allmediascotland.com is to publish, each weekday, edited extracts from the memoirs of Scottish war correspondent, Paul Harris. ‘More thrills than skills: A half-life in journalism’, is being scheduled for publication next year.
MY interest in Albania was not entirely academic. A few months previously, I had met a girl on an Adria Airways flight out of Ljubljana airport.
Usually, Adria upgraded me to Business Class: not only was I a regular flyer with them, but, after the June 1991 attack on the airport, I had supplied their directors with a set of rather handsome photographs of the immediate aftermath of the bombing, showing their shredded Airbus A-230.
However, on this occasion the aircraft was packed out and there was only one seat left in economy. Seated beside the empty place was a strikingly attractive petite, dark-haired girl with large brown eyes.
Conversation proved easy. “Hello. Me Megan. Who you?” The young lady proffered her hand. It was the beginning of a long friendship. She called me from London a couple of days later with the imprecation: “You come fetch me.”
I did.
