So What Are You Saying?
My satnav is beginning to piss me off.
When Darling Wifey and I went to Cornwall for? a dirty? weekend before Christmas, we popped in to see friends in Bristol on the way – and instead of taking me to their house, it directed me to Avon & Somerset Police Headquarters.
Later in the same weekend, we popped in to see another friend in Exeter, and the stupid machine decided that she lived at Divisional Police HQ.
And today, when we popped over to Leeds to see some great friends from ASDF, guess where my satnav directed us first?
Myabe its trying to tell you something?
Comment by Robert — January 30, 2006 @ 7:07 am
See, the car knows you don’t love it.
It just wants you to perform a citizen’s arrest on yourself!
After all, how many years can a man get for driving around in a PINK car?
Oh, loads of years, still have not finished dining out on it yet!!!!!!!!
Comment by Nicola — February 7, 2006 @ 9:17 pm
I see you have the GRASS function turned on. If you turn the SUPERGRASS function on does it take you to Northern Ireland in the 1970s, or just play music made by 12 year olds at you?
Comment by simon — February 15, 2006 @ 6:01 pm