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I am now a devotee of the sat nav. I've always enjoyed reading maps and have eschewed the bossy lady to date. Last weekend I borrowed a friend's gizmo to find my way around country lanes in darkest Devon and found her an extremely helpful person indeed. She was quite patient when I made a wrong turn, no anger, no scathing comments, just an efficient, 'Recalculating!'. Being a townie, I forget what it is like being in places that DON'T HAVE STREET LIGHTS. You realise that YOU CAN'T EVEN SEE THE ROAD in some places, which can be scary. Having the sat nav is like having Virgil in Thunderbird three looking after you. A cosy feeling reminding me of boiled eggs and toast soldiers in front of the TV in years gone by. It must have been boring for him stuck up there in that spaceship waiting for someone to help. I expect that's why he started writing all that clever poetry. Perhaps he is up there now, waiting for someone to have a crisis with their dactylic hexameter.