"So," Richard said. "We're in Hogwarts."

"Hogwarts?" repeated Jeremy.

"Yeah. It's the - it's the school in Harry Potter. You know."

"I don't know. I'd heard of Hogwarts, but I thought it was just some skin condition Harry Whatshisname had."

"Are you telling me you've never read a Harry Potter book?"

"What tipped you off?"

James May, who never quite ceased to be amazed by the incredible ability of his co-presenters to completely miss the point, quietly observed that perhaps the being-at-Hogwarts thing was something that they should be focusing on.

"Right," Jeremy said. "What do they have here?"

"Magic?" suggested Richard, after the tiniest of incredulous pauses.

"Apart from that. Do they have cars?"

"You know, magic would be enough for most people."

"Do they have cars?"

"I, er, I don't think so."

"Not interested, then. Let's get out of here."

"You're not the slightest bit intrigued by the fact that we've just dropped into a fictional world?"

"Don't have cars. Not interested."

There was a pause.

"You know," said James, "they do have brooms here."

"Fantastic. You can clean the place up before we go."

"Broomsticks. Flying brooms."

Jeremy was silent for a moment, staring at him.

"Flying brooms?"

"Flying brooms."

Another pause.

"I wonder how well they'd fly if they were on fire?"