I asked a guy in a pub who blanched a little, swore me to secrecy, and wrote something on a small piece of paper. It said 'Post Office, Port Mor, Isle of Muck'. I immediately caught a train, followed by a boat and a hired bicycle and the following morning I was in Port Mor. I entered the Post Office and handed the paper to the lady behind the counter. Without blinking she reached under the counter and pulled out a large brown paper parcel tied up with old-fashioned coarse string. On the parcel were written the words 'Top Secret'. I left the Post Office, and sitting on a bench overlooking the harbour, proceeded to open parcel; first one layer, then the next, followed by a third and eventually a fourth, and there lying on the grass in front of me...
No, okay it was Google.