We should publish a "Where's Alba?" book for children. (For naughty children, of course)
Scenes of grinding Dickensian poverty with a Steptoe-like character in a tartan Tam o'shanter hidden somewhere amongst the wretches...tightly clutching a grimy food parcel and peering distractedly at the stock exchange pages of the newpaper - the page with companies beginning with the letter "N".
