GPS my arse

I've had this thing in my pocket for a month so I finally decided to activate it with all the product codes and license shite. It's not straightforward and I'm a lazy chicken so it took me a while.

So, this handgazer has a map of western europe on it and apparently it can take me anywhere I want to go, within driving distance. Therefore, I royally concluded to take the tram home and see how it copes with that for a change. The tram tundles down the middle of Avenue Tervuren with each side of the avenue on either side of the tram track. Not long before I was listening to, "after eighty metres, do a u-turn" untill she said "after a hundred meters, keep going straight ahead". I was on the brink of a whole exchange about how "your map reading skills are the reason I got divorced" when I realised the infernal gadget only gives instructions, it doesn't take them. After I left the tram I had a ten minute walk home so I put the gadget in my pocket but left the earphones in. Nothing for ages and suddenly "now turn left and bear right", it was very big brother freakish but with a sexy female voice, bizarre.

The last thing she said was "after fifty metres, turn left", I went for the "off" button instead and promptly turned right, right into the pub. If I'd had that option six years ago I might still be married.

I had a strange blogging experience today, I went to look for some comments on yesterdays post and actually found two women fighting in my comments bit. I really didn't know what to say, all I could think of was mud-wrestling but curses! I traded my mud-wrestling rule book for a pancake recipe two days ago, damn!

Talking of conversation, did you see that article on the beeb about blogging rules? the fools, DQ had the answers all along...

Blessed are the meerkats,

JJ