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I'm hunkering down in Newcastle, England, while I wait for my flight re-booking. Man, you Brits have amazing bread, booze, and public transit, though one day you'll have to explain to me why you'd call something as delicious as bacon by a name as disgusting as "Thin Streaky Rashers."