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A fabulous lunch at Tampopo in Manchester then back home for more Olympic slobbing but t’was not to be - I was called to do a talk at the last minute (some sort of admin issue it seems) so I found myself in the wonderfully named Clayton Cum Frickley this evening, talking to a lovely group of ladies.

On the return journey Google Maps made a unilateral decision to avoid two perfectly good motorways and take me on a tour of South Yorkshire pit villages interspersed with closed roads that it insisted were open. There may have been swearwords.