Sunday, 12 July 2009


Just a completely off-topic type post while I am enjoying a rare day off..

I find it interesting how when you ring people up and you are going to visit someone you haven't visited before (at their house etc) and you explain that all you need is a postcode and street number because you have a satellite navigation device...

...they still want to explain exactly how to get there, turn by turn.

I just thought it was something quite novel. I've noticed it a few times... (Don't get me wrong, it's nice that people still explain how to get to their houses - just an interesting thing of note.)


  1. Nobody ever invites me round, maybe I should get a satnav!

  2. I had to go to an address in Macclesfield the other day (the Crem, actually). I'd got the postcode but hadn't the number to hand. I just stuck in any old number, on the principle that a crematorium would be easy to see.

    All went well until we actually got into Maccy itself. The satnav took me through a load of back streets, at one time trying to get me to go the wrong way down a one way street.

    The thing got me on to the right street. Unfortunately it had been blocked off! All the low numbers were on one side of a major road, and all the higher numbers on the other. You couldn't cross the major road because (1) it would have been dangerous and (2) the bl**dy council had put up a fence at tthe end of the bit of road I was on!

  3. Defunctymetrunty15 July 2009 at 14:10

    I was going to be a squaddie once.

    Then I got beaten up a bus stop on my way home from a life guard job at the local swimming baths. (It was a revenge attack....... you know)

    Then I discovered Peter Hitchens and plagiarised him mercilessly in order to get my blog and subsequent book-deal off the ground.

    Then when my mate DC Richard, "Dick", Horton got outed, I battened downt he hatches and ran for cover.

    I'm a "hero", I am.

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