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He turned up at 7.30 a.m. on a Royal Mail Van with a photo of Emily clutched to his heart and the merest suggestion of Cornish Pasty crumbs clinging to his whiskers. There was only time for a cup of Yorkshire tea, a toasted muffin and brief introductions all round before we went to work. He's been having a fine time around the world but I thought it was about time he had a dose of reality. "Fame costs" I told him "and right here is where you start paying, in sweat." - Jackie
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ENGLAND
