Picked up a Sat-nav at the Redbridge Community centre car boot sale yesterday. I wanted to see what all the fuss is about with these things, but far as I can tell sat-nav is a piece of shit. What it does is wherever you are in the world it picks up x-rays from Mars or something and gives you two fuck-off long numbers which are your longertude and lattertude map coordinates. Then you got to get out a map like fucking Captain Cook and make a cross where the two lines meet and that’s where you are. ‘Course by the time you’ve made the cross you’ve driven past that bit so you got to start again. Sat-nav… Shit-nav more like. The cunt I had riding in back kept yelling at me to put the map and the pencils down and look out the windscreen. Said he knew the way anyway, but if there’s one thing I’ve learned in 20 years of minicabbing it’s the passengers don’t know fuck about how to get where they want to go unless they want to go to cunt land which is where they’re from anyway. Then the Sat nav (which weighs a fucking ton) slid across my dashboard when I made a right turn and the wire came out and now I think it’s fucked. Worst two quid I ever spent.
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