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I have returned.

And I'm stuck at work with the sun beating down outside. Bastard.

Never mind as I had an incredible week and I'm still really chilled out. Thanks to Ortus and Angel_Ree for putting me up on Sunday and Monday nights.

I have spent an awful lot of time on trains this week and the only time it went wrong is when I decided to be a complete idiot and get on the wrong train in Hull. Britains railways - not too bad shock.

The Pennines are stupidly beautiful. So beautiful I think they might be cheating somehow.

Sheffield is still my favourite city in the world. I'm not sure how they can still be building it though, they should all calm down a bit more. The same goes for Leeds.

Manchester cabbies are rubbish. How the one we got to the restaurant didn't know where the biggest restaurant on Oxford Road was is beyond me. In fact I'm not sure he'd have got to Oxford Road without directions. Oxford Road was brilliant though. So many pubs in such a small space. Thanks to Ortus and Mistress_Paine for an wicked night out, the bacon sarnie in the morning were equally brilliant.

Bridling isn't as bad as Angel_Ree makes out and in the sunshine it's actually quite pretty. Sitting on the beach (with the sand cock) was brilliant.

Pub food is essential to the survival of the country and is generally a lot better then it used to be. Perhaps I shouldn't live on chips though.

I don't get people who don't dance at weddings. Are people really bothered about how they look at these occasions? Dance like a fool and be damned is what I say. Bradford does have an incredible metal club though - man in a cape and a stetson. I salute you.

Now I need another holiday to get over this one.