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Greetings No-Lookers, from damp, yet picturesque Yorkshire. We feel like an extra in a movie. The town we're in this morning is called Beverly and it reminds us much of the "perfect" English village from Hot Fuzz. The house where we're writing you from sits on a street that is a dead ringer for Privet Drive. Here's hoping we see neither Timothy Dalton nor a Dementor this afternoon.

Much has happened in our first two days here, including an incredible Rugby League Grand Final from the Theatre of Dreams, but nothing measures quite to the excitement of the first three hours, which were spent in an asylum detainment room in the Manchester airport, with nothing to look at but white walls and reflective glass.

It's a rather entertaining story, and we were about to retell it here, but now that we think of it, since this here blog was among the things inspected by UK immigration police during the interrogation, it's probably in our best interest to refrain.

Officers, if you're out there, thanks again for eventually relenting, and granting us passage...we hope you become regular readers.