Robert Langdon is helped in his quest by a young, beautiful clog dancer whose breasts he can't help but notice EVERY time she gets mentioned, even when escaping from a band of evil Rappers who are in hot pursuit round the summer folk festivals.

Langdon gets to 'gun' several expensive cars round the byways of the Isles to the sound of 'Celtic' music (this is Hollywood after all and there is no folk but Irish). He and his beautiful, intelligent Clogger, who, did I mention, has a great pair of …, finally get to consummate their mutual admiration, under a star of swords, after blowing up the Shrewsbury ceilidh tent, with the evil Rappers in it.